Of the seven colours adorning the rainbow,
All equally graceful, all with the same glow,
The riverine blue does mollify the earth
With streams and ponds in abundance—nothing in dearth.
Myriad times have I witnessed men, grandiose and bold,
Who assert bliss is but slumbering atop mountains of gold.
They rush in obscure hours and toil for wealth's accumulation,
But little do they realise that it results in sorrowful ruination.
Oh, my evanescent love, pray that the time of our abrupt separation does not come;
Pray that we live long in togetherness and intimacy superlative of our moments, perfectly done.
Let our hearts become one, and scintillating be our bond,
And facilitate us proclaim its sealing through this euphoric song.
Many have I beheld who accost the kind with scorn,
And well-nigh of them all do expiate less, for those kind and forlorn;
And amidst this eerie clutter, on the cliff, knelt a girl of heart, purest and out-of-sin,
Who faced the chaos with tears trickling down her chin.
It is depressing to witness a man mulcted of his self and succumbed to others' will
When neither has he lost his potential nor his potent standing.
Yet his ecstatic soul is constrained by earthly mortal thinking—
Of manacling free minds to the prevalent considerations still.
The winter bird sat in a stricken-want for the fire,
Its beak frozen, its heart cold, and yet it's a crier
Of the Heavenly Lord's thoughtful work that has made its living vile,
For he believes the Lord was testing him if he was loyal.
It's dark now, but you needn't have to worry
As the sky still has a million stars to carry.
In the nightly buzzes, remains the true beauty;
Behold! Our mother nature's divine dark entity!
There was a village, far beyond the waterfall.
Houses built on the wet but stable soil;
People do relax, but most of the time, they toil.
Children do enjoy, in the heavy but gentle rainfall.
I found myself no longer living,
But my heart was still beating.
My conscience has left me; my toil is lost,
And now in some paradise, I'm shielded from frost.