Odious Warren Poem by Sunil Varma

Benevolent sky, a falling kite,
Swaying in blue a triangle white
Free as child an insouciant sway
Played the skies, its playful way
Bid the wind on each swing
Now it falls like a king
There is beauty in the fall

Beautiful vista, small though
Spirited garden, a growing tot
Teetering in green a yellow dot
Spirit of eagle the ardous search
First ten steps, the adulation of church
Treads the ground the operose path
Now it falls, aah! ! the mud bath
There is beauty in the fall

Beautiful vista, small though
Oaky door, a budding tear
Budding in the yellow a silver sphere
Love of the lover, the clinging hand
The golden glow of a eternal stand
Heart is full, for it is a wedding ring
Now it falls in one string
There is beauty in the fall

The setting sun,
The autumn setting,
The falling river,
The snow falling…. There is beauty in the fall

So why should I live a life like this
Stringed to machines, life amiss
With a beautiful vista but a small door
Can not feel the warmth of the wooden floor

I lived like a soaring kite
Twenty years a great sight
When there is beauty in the fall
Why confine me to this wall