O, I Found A Paradise Poem by Lovita Morang

O, i found a paradise!

Earth engulfed by fire, fiery fights
Burning river, ashes of hopes, hovering path of rights
With whatever is left, As i wandered lovely,
O I found a paradise, comely
Walked miles, Milton, to the bones, lonely
carrying passion and poetries in tons.
O i found a paradise, comely
Just a piece of it
Wasteland of it and I now, surmise
Surprise, still is the sun rise,
It rise like a ball, ball with fire
Like the attire,
I wear, sometimes as a show stopper
People stop by
Ogle, few admire
I lipsync the solitary song, stopped by the wood, like the reaper
That the Poet William lost will for words in frosted forest, found in saving her
Dorothy's stay at the village of Strathyre in the parish of Balquhidder
Suckling muddy love, perish like quagmire
A mud bath, battered body of birds built like a tank
Soaked in warmth of the sun, as each day, they thank
Seated on clawed love of wonderful, say nay to dire
the firm passing messages on the electric wire
O I found a paradise, it's a motel, highway we at full throttle
With food for lost and found songs of troubadour
And, songs of poets unknown on de tour.

-Lovita

London thumakda in India to celebrated happy Poet Donall Dempsey❤
(Yes, Time's day light short,
Like long night's snort.)