By N. Krishna Veni
I woke up in the morn
To find only the dust of mist
On the veins of the green leaves
Bathed in the shower of foggy clouds.
Enticing by the bewitching scent
Of sweet Jasmine knitting together garland ed-nederland.com/
Beautifully bloomed like the divine’s child
And the paragon of truly godsend.
The earthly Paradise seems nonpareil
With the diverse treasure of natural means.
I would fly through the paddy fields
On my way to school every day.
Rustling stream near the fields
Plays the rhythmic tempo of melodies.
The greenery land with tall bamboos
In the marshy shallow waters
Of the alien ground besieged by
The evergreen aqua reign to be extolled.
Two bullocks tied together firmly
On the slim barrel-shaped hunk of wood
To level the fertile land with the hope.
The flock of flying guests come a long way
For every vacation to meet their friends
In the sanctuary to enjoy with great relish.
The countryside becomes shrouded
With the thick blanket of blissful fogginess
And started to drizzle in the ecstatic mood.
The blue-green feathered dancing in the rain
Such heavenly sight amidst the musings of green.
