In the meadows of my thoughts,
Blossom my feelings lots in lots.
Into bihued flora sprout my desires,
Splatters vapours in the ether when respires.
Endless strolls albeit through this land have, I
But this time try to keep an eagle eye.
Silently meandering in the field,
I sense the smell of the yield.
Harmony entwines as tender vines,
Intricacies make simpler designs.
Conceiving deep this blended scent,
I tramp to the next enchanting segment.
Yonder swaying flowers of love woo,
On the lilt of chorus my toes dance too.
Far down in my puffs lyrical perfume I hold,
And tread further lure that I behold.
There stands serenity as sandal trees,
Tranquil fumes the boughs release.
This placid aroma my breaths gather,
I flee as being as light as a feather.
Emerald hay of trust and self reliance,
Illuminates me with pearly radiance.
Bedewed blades scatter a thriving spray,
When my ambling paws take no stay.
The herbs of contentment, the shrubs of acceptance,
Loads my inn with the familiar fragrance.
I inhale something similar until at once a new view,
Appear the crops with different texture, odour and hue.
Pale xero-bushes now I can heed,
Prickly hatred, anger and greed.
Distinct miasma delivers the thorns,
Oh’! It is sorrow stings and mourns.
Ah! My dried hopes I surmise become spores,
Germinate into cacti and carve the sores.
Seeds of my unbeaten desires spring up into green,
Elixir of mirth flows in the twigs I ween.
Collectively now I shake green shoots,
‘Happiness happens’ along all the routes.
In Green’s fragrance I sense smiling happiness,
Flooding in my thoughts, hope right is my guess.