The Escapade Poem by Aishwarya Naresh

My existence is a humdrum
No sun, No storm
The morn's toil and a quotidian dusk
He groaned to himself, in the early fog
And set out, all decked, away to slog

A solitary life is a dreadful curse
No soul can take anything worse
On an escapade I will scoot
miles from the monotony and all dispute
All tombs and tributes, ample to gaze
the world has so much more to embrace

Facing him was the sumptuous sepulchre
bestowing grandeur to any beholder
Ah! That a beauty, the man exclaimed
howbeit still my heart feels pale
Afar he wandered betaken to a Sierra
The zenith lugged, with all its might
Adam's ale whisked in crisp wind
Ah! That a beauty the man exclaimed
howbeit still my heart feels pale
He embarked on to seek more glamour
The tomb the mountain, no more they enamour
The kirk they say, is a figure of warmth
I'll find gaiety if only I walk forth
Glim wax lights and an alluring idol
celebrants in white reciting the bible
Ah! That a beauty, the man exclaimed
howbeit still my heart feels pale

Far and near, nowhere to cheer
Now that I'm here, ill head abode
All folks back there are but a bore
Yet, obligation binds me
It is an imposed duty you see
Delighted phratries celebrated his visit
Ah! you've turned so wan and timid
Festive risotto, salad and soup
They binged him till with a burp he stooped
Showers of love and ariose voices
No grandeur, zenith or kirk could ever bless
Ah! My abode is all that the heart craved
Such a chump I was, to wander
True bonheur has now been conquered