On the drowsy caress of a soft breeze,
I wish to sleep forgetting all my weep.
Much have I known; of sadness now freeze,
The harmonious madness of mind; I keep
In my alp like a cedar's red wood.
Where a sweet smell of lonliness now I feel,
To wince my soul again in wormwood.
Is lonliness that broke my thought's zeal?
''Oh, ! I must find out what to do next!
But all my mood trying me to perplex,
In a medow where nothing could be seen;
But, a shadow of stroller over herb's green,
Wandering like a deserted soul for redeemer
But life- of loner moulded him as a dreamer,
Where he plucked that hovering asterism,
Allured by their bewitching, glistening eyes,
To conceal the nervous mannerism,
Of thought, but for a dawn in heart's skies.
Not Lost in a maze, but leading a life; hazy
In this lunatic world with his divine frenzy!

VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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