A KERALA SCENE <br />********************************** <br />Far from the maddening crowd, <br />Away from all Western winds, <br />Here is a printemps* hamlet <br />Upon the swing of winds <br /> <br />Unto the scales of our eyes <br />It is all a heartening sight. <br />Unto the richness of nature <br />Here is a window, a beautiful countryside. <br /> <br />Clouds are kissing the meads, <br />Butterflies bask in the dancing shades. <br />Ploughmen render a gladdening note <br />And the waking fields feel an enchanted kiss. <br /> <br />Here are our winged friends <br />Resting by a brook; <br />And their pleasant notes fill the air, <br />This is the sweetness of the hour. <br /> <br />She is a promiscuous lass <br />Wearing the face of bliss so serene <br />She is the poetry of Nature <br />Sung in grace, beyond all iambic verses. <br /> <br />Printemps* (French) - Means 'Spring'<br /><br />Ravi Panamanna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beyond-all-iambic-verses/
