The Highstone Walls Poem by vittal vandavasu

The gentle wind softly chimes the bells
A sound I'd love to hear again
Afterall better than what my mother yells
my mother, my father, my dear pain

The highstone walls, the narrow path
and with the ones who are caring
Leads to a mournful destructive aftermath.
The oddest of ornaments one is wearing

The ones who're walking this narrow path
Never feel the charm of a breeze
The world outside the walls is wrath
hey wish that I impersonate their every sneeze

But imagination takes e to everything's eternity
I see every bit of nature's hue
But those narrow minded call it impurity.
To beggars ignorance they threw