milieu grasses doom!
perky spring is
confined into a barren empty gloom.
Cold raindrops clamoured onto the ground;
with deep loud cries
glum solitude hunts for faded mirth.
Asphyxiated by sulking and wailing
the soul opened its eyes
with fervour fire within,
bequeathing the feeble slave
tormented, bedevilled doom.!
Sprinting towards cascading
version of tenacious resilience,
the slivers of sunrays fell
onto the dark ground!
the audacious flakes of hope reborn,
stand on its feet
cherishing the warmth of aura,
grimacing it, it says out loud.!
o! thou! look at those butterflies,
up in the sky the birds
the grass exubering the green glitter,
elated with yellow sunny bright shimmer,
juts out the inner self,
close down eyes,
the soothing reverie comes to life…!