More than enough, quite unbearable now
their taunts and jeers
o come on dear, let's leave this world
we 've seen how callous 're our men
now quite intolerant they've grown
and merciless they're as they frown
better leave for Skyrindale,
where none questions or seeks reason
where exists but only one season
where million suns forever shine
where the moon serenades to pamper our dream
and the breeze forever chimes her throat'n rhyme
where peace reigns supreme
where none suffers the trauma of aging,
nor succumb to the whip of disease
where beauty is never a victim of time
where Cherubs roam, and sing of immortality
and bless lovers of essential vitality
there we can better glorify love
and heighten our mood
and nurture our emotion
and share, care and thrive for the other
and drink the nectar of solitude
such a land which only true lovers find
let's ride on the cottony cloud
and leave this mortal ground.
©Prafulla Panda, India.
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