Lurking somewhere in the middle
With a cloud of steam hovering
Stood a non-kempt hut
Surrounded by no existence or streets
Incompleteness of demolished pavements
Moon tarnishing jubilant memories
Caught the eye of a noble bishop
As he shook electrically with bees
Stumbled he to the rusty door ****
Succeeding jarring, rattling sound
As he insisted for a slight knock
The dust on his shoes scattered around
Darkness dispersed, a shadow peeked out
"I have no sole basis to live
Though dawn always breaks
Yet spring never carves its way
Hope, happiness twists my heart
This, I convey with pride
For I ain't a braggart"
The noble soul, a beauteous carnation
Showering divinity and sympathetic grace
" Richly blessed is how I feel
Oh troubled soul, to solve your mystery, I acclaim
As pristine, peaceful as subtle winds
As ecstatic as the ray of moonlight
As sombre-hearted as a poised hind
As respiting as warm soil's delight
An insightful, dynamic impulse
Painted were you on the Supreme Personality of Godhead's pallette
The warm sunshine and the spring carves it's way"
Grey shadow lingered, sparkling silvery shades
His unwavering faith was quite shaken and mistaken
The bishop saw him unfolding into seven colours
Embellishing nature's evermore divine rainbow..
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 9:21 AM UTC
Lurking somewhere in the middle
With a cloud of steam hovering
Stood a non-kempt hut
Surrounded by no existence or streets
Incompleteness of demolished pavements
Moon tarnishing jubilant memories
Caught the eye of a noble bishop
As he shook electrically with bees
Stumbled he to the rusty door ****
Succeeding jarring, rattling sound
As he insisted for a slight knock
The dust on his shoes scattered around
Darkness dispersed, a shadow peeked out
"I have no sole basis to live
Though dawn always breaks
Yet spring never carves its way
Hope, happiness twists my heart
This, I convey with pride
For I ain't a braggart"
The noble soul, a beauteous carnation
Showering divinity and sympathetic grace
" Richly blessed is how I feel
Oh troubled soul, to solve your mystery, I acclaim
As pristine, peaceful as subtle winds
As ecstatic as the ray of moonlight
As sombre-hearted as a poised hind
As respiting as warm soil's delight
An insightful, dynamic impulse
Painted were you on the Supreme Personality of Godhead's pallette
The warm sunshine and the spring carves it's way"
Grey shadow lingered, sparkling silvery shades
His unwavering faith was quite shaken and mistaken
The bishop saw him unfolding into seven colours
Embellishing nature's evermore divine rainbow..
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