METAMORPHOSIS
Its Summer eve with lively green around.
Fresh flowers, fruits, all fluttering the boughs,
While incensed breeze upon them gently kiss.
The sky above delights with sparkling diamonds.
That illumes the mazy way to Bluemond.
Loitering round the snaky track through field,
With Colossus arch seems to conceal,
My amble in search of nature’s beauty.
The clouds above embracing each other,
Like keen lovers tearing together,
Their flesh out of wild ecstasy.
Half an hour past, with my wandering eyes
Hungry at every natural sight.
Alas! a streak of fire whizzed on the sky.
As if shadow of my path on the blues.
Another deeply cracked on the field.
With all green instantly sealed.
Next straight up before me,
Like brightest angel of Eden,
Fell accursed right from heaven.
With white heart whacking on my ribs,
I lurched the way that ends on heath.
Deep from its core leaped up a shape
Amidst darkness like a spirit.
Nearing me with clumsy steps,
He raised his hand in east and west.
With a voice of thunderous tempest,
He circled me and firmly says,
“Welcome hither, bard of nature,
World is yet to you unseen.
Nature here is grim not green
Lost of every luring luster.
Thunder spoiled with roaring anger,
Land that once was brimmed with green,
Phoebus leaps up, grow more stronger,
Squeeze us all to scepter thin.
Loiter, loiter, wakeful loiter,
If you to be praised and sing.
Words will alone fail to bring,
Whole of winter and of spring.
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