The heaven hurled the sun —
Eternity for me —
And steady Chariot merged from hell —
Then threw the dust in sea —

For justice was to die —
The Orchards all had known —
Executor reposed the blade
That feebled to the bone —

To constitute a letter —
It takes a — century —
But just an hour to recognize
The — Insufficiency —

As far as — Night grows weak —
The voyagers could sail —
And indicate the Wasted stars —
And then — expect to fail —

(2017)

I had a daily thing to do,
Which hardest to recall,
To consummate the spider
It took a year to fall.

Her webs had hurled the ceiling,
Another one, she caught!
And gave it for the children
When sustenance has brought.  



E.

(2017)

If I could take the failure,
What sweetest joy I 'll have!
I 'll, then, send a thousand deer,
At least! To tell my kind.

Antlers brought their messages;
They brewed a lot of them,
That Mother Nature asked me why.
"To live!" so I exclaimed.  




E.

(2017)

I rather hide in bonnet
Before the strange cocoon
That was subsided
Down the brooch,
To where the diamond.
So many of the visitors
Arriving by the door;
Ten of them were riches,
But all of them were poor.



E.

(2017)

O' marshes!
Swallow up the gale
Which farthest I could hear,
Ne'er I belong such privilege
By myrtle over there.
Recollecting where the pod
To whom I left behind,
The continent,
The humble swamps,
Surpassing us again.



E.

(2017)

Silently, I leaped beyond
And just the dull raccoon,
Who stole the kernel as it played
In garden, yet was gone.

'T was the latter sunlight,
'T was the man today,
That when the bashful voice came in
The creature escaped away.

(2017)

Sitting on an apple tree,
I glimpsed unto the bees,
'Twas scantier the yesterday
Upon the silent deeds.

Today, on afternoon break,
Behind an ample hill,
I met this young with wagon
Who gathered crumbs for me.



E.

(2017)

Bee is such hardworking
To comply the clover,
Reluctant to do in present;
Behold another flower!

Seemering on summer's call  
And all the leaves today,  
Honey is replenished  
Through Gardener's supply.



E.

(2017)

A hill presumed a to be man
As splendor as the King,
And he divided all his states,
With no authority;

Refused as he attempted,
His measured not enough;
His ears had mocked the syllables
Of those permitted foes;

And still he grew amorously,
The birds all woke the fields;
There was a parting dawn on him,
And worshipers beside.



E.

(2017)

A sparrow leaves its nest
From woods to ecstasy
And captivates the worm
In smallest quantity!

And makes its subtle power
To dominate the ranks,
And kneels itself on meadows,
But timidly attacks.

For all the fumbling creatures
Who lost in Cavalry, —
The sky is only hope
To mountains and to sea.




E.

(2017)

How difficult to choose a job,
Some have made their way,
Some have moved a far degree,
And still a lot to pay!

Inquiry is not practised;
It ne'er be accurate
Without a stately door behind
That shuts who educates.



E.

(2017)

A lovely petal she has gained,
A life is trimmed awhile,
The thorns undress for judgments
That takes so many miles.

Faith has taught her sacraments
It murmurs all the time,
And then if skies will wreck unknown,
Her fingers note divine.



E.

(2017)

I wonder if there is a crown
Departed on the skies
That gently wears a silver vest
For simple modesty.

The aptitude itself, I think,
Is suited to her charm
That mesmerizes pleasure,
Then supplicates for harm!



E.

(2017)

My lovely taveller has come;
He sauntered from the sky,
His face displayed a pleasant smile,
Ah! He embraced to me.



E.

(2017)

He offered me these roses;
Exceptional and true,
But when the peaches started,
The gallant birds suffused.

As time concurred the legacy,
His merit turned away.
I feebly slept, anointed,
And wind replied this day.



E.

(2017)

He never had this power
That satisfied himself—
'Twas difficult to compensate
In seeking what he left.

With paradise above the years,
He exhausted for an hour;
A prayer occupied his skin
And agonize no more.



E.

(2017)

A word is almost I can't write,
It deliberates the wrath
That recollects my childhood
And departure is got!

Did I lost such beauty
Or this delusive phase,
I truly need my vision, —
To prove hypothesis!



E.