Basundia

Basundia, a glittering wonder of untamed raw Nature, The pastoral splendour that reflects Eden in miniature. The claret lychee-yards that stoop, stoop, stoop, stoop With its branches, bunches that loop, loop, loop loop. Blonde body of jackfruits dazzles green luminescence Of grass-wet field as if with the golden phosphorescence. The abundance of fruits fills the air with a dozy scent So that thirsty drunkards of Nature can drink affluent. The fresh air enters into the heart instead of the lung And captivates that inner core, ever-new, ever-young. The enchantress Basundia with her wands of Beauty, Drenches the eyes of beholder with nectar of divinity.