What a bliss it was
To be with the sparkling frame
Of your long lone days
When the tinted lips of sinking sun
Kept murmuring of its glorious journey
Along the azure tides of pelagic span!
What a dense delight it was
To scan the dripping dance of blue birds
Amidst the dawn that kept hanging
Like the stained yellow linens
Just thrown on the face of the Sun!
What a mean mellow it was
To behold a man's intent
On seeing a lone mermaid
Who counted her unborn offsprings
And mermaid's eye beams sensing
His long lost latent generations
On the go of his maiden voyage!
Life to its extent is but a painted story
That keeps fading each day
Casting crimson colours
To the untrodden paths of the mortals.
Composed by © M K Mishra
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