Pensively promended I, as impetuous as a poet
To accumulate few jocund inkling on dusk
For sure, not as a bard
But,as a novice to nature
Stalked I, bare-footed anigh lake
Jabbed some spines beneath my foot
Yon reconnoitred I, do any luminuous light clandestined in water?
Else, any celestial gem floats in lake?
Nay! it's the waxing moon in the sky
That seemed to tread on water.
Paddled I into the lake
To grab some pallied lillies
Hardly perceived I any bloomed one!
Had the lillies been sailed under false colour by moon?
I knew not their intrigue
Nor had I, prescient criteria
Chillness of water benumbed me
Retrieved I, as cool as a cucumber to the bank
Is this terra God's palette?
Obviously! nature is the art of God.
Dark grey was lake's scenario
Stood reeds augustly amidst the lake.
Casuarina broke into tumult
When the west wind passed adriftting it
Glow worms scattered round the bushes
Heard I, croaking of frogs.
I felt languished by chillness
That pierced my chest and nostrils
Homeward bound,strolled I
For I had been there behind my father's back.
As being benumbed by drastic cold
I was at the end of my tether.
Soon felt I, in the arms of Morpheus
On the grass, supine anigh lake
By morning, I began to fly off at a tangents
When an highland lass harped on my shoulder
I began to know the ropes of that wintry night
For it cajoled me to sleep resembling lullaby
N
o human hardly be preponderate
Than a mother and nature.
