The dreamy waves hit the lazy beaches
The scattered light on the waters,
Is the radiant opulence that reaches
To the resting sinful haters

The gentle beauty of the moon
Becalms two fighters to peace
Here hatred has to swoon
But somewhere it prevails unwilling to cease

Two drunkards play to their bloods
Poor nature sighs on what they turn her into
Heart's thirst is not quenched even with floods
The delusionizing intoxicator just so untrue

There is grandeur of spring
Blooming with flowers
The land enchanted by a songbird's sing
Teeming with lovers

But a lonely soul weary of love
Sat behind and oak tree in isolation
Withered with a lonely scrimmage now
A difference made the difference of consolation

Autumn plucks some leaves and leaves
But winter halts to howl
A poor man in grief heaves,
A cold sigh for his woeful soul

In the depths of nature
A dead man is buried
Those inept acts of a teacher
Who in vain hastily scurried

Spring seems so far away
I have no bliss for today
It has been a while since I've seen the ray
I crave for the soft untrodden way

vittal vandavasu

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