vittal vandavasu - Secret Spectacle

On a lonely mountain i lay
Spellbound to the blissful nature
It was the merriest of beauties to say
In it I forget my disdainful torture

Dandelions I behold as a crowd
Fluttering and flying with the breeze
With my secret spectacle I am proud
An ethereal ecstasy among the trees

The songbird sings the sweetest songs
For a poet who longs,
The eternal bliss of moments
I'm afraid I disturb the tranquility by my movements

When I leave pushed by fate
Back to the land of hate
Will I loose my faith?
For the economic bait

It was my hiding place from dear Old Nick
The elegance left behind,
Makes the world a place so sick
The significance hard to find

In the blues sky i see the songbird fly away
Maybe compelled by the same hindrance
But the memory never fades on my wry way
I fear, could the spectacle be seen through a dusty lens?

vittal vandavasu

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