The benignly fresh and sensuous Nature,
Her ethereal pace as flaunted swan,
Affluent hue in far deep flume and
The starry sky up glitter and flame
Enchant my soul as a delirious bliss.
But here; all eyes and tongues,ear and skin
Totter in dark;blank and blind.
All feet on rope stretched at poles
Sway on sides to get a hand.
Yes; we sway on sides to get a hand
Gamble the life,staking our hearts.
We gain and lose; bawl and hail
Chase and fight to reach at first.
But at last..;we,the punch drunk plays
Leave the STAGE with empty hand and lonely heart.
balakrishnan .cherkala, kasaragod
balakrishnan.kmb@gmail.com (email)
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