On a lonely mountain i lay <br />Spellbound to the blissful nature <br />It was the merriest of beauties to say <br />In it I forget my disdainful torture <br /> <br />Dandelions I behold as a crowd <br />Fluttering and flying with the breeze <br />With my secret spectacle I am proud <br />An ethereal ecstasy among the trees <br /> <br />The songbird sings the sweetest songs <br />For a poet who longs, <br />The eternal bliss of moments <br />I'm afraid I disturb the tranquility by my movements <br /> <br />When I leave pushed by fate <br />Back to the land of hate <br />Will I loose my faith? <br />For the economic bait <br /> <br />It was my hiding place from dear Old Nick <br />The elegance left behind, <br />Makes the world a place so sick <br />The significance hard to find <br /> <br />In the blues sky i see the songbird fly away <br />Maybe compelled by the same hindrance <br />But the memory never fades on my wry way <br />I fear, could the spectacle be seen through a dusty lens?<br /><br />vittal vandavasu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/secret-spectacle/
