NOCTURNAL NATURE

Pensively promended I, as impetuous as a poet To accumulate few jocund inkling on dusk For sure, not as a bard But,as a novice to nature Stalked I, bare-footed anigh lake Jabbed some spines beneath my foot Yon reconnoitred I, do any luminuous light clandestined in water? Else, any celestial gem floats in lake? Nay! it's the waxing moon in the sky That seemed to tread on water. Paddled I into the lake To grab some pallied lillies Hardly perceived I any bloomed one! Had the lillies been sailed under false colour by moon? I knew not their intrigue Nor had I, prescient criteria Chillness of water benumbed me Retrieved I, as cool as a cucumber to the bank Is this terra God's palette? Obviously! nature is the art of God. Dark grey was lake's scenario Stood reeds augustly amidst the lake. Casuarina broke into tumult When the west wind passed adriftting it Glow worms scattered round the bushes Heard I, croaking of frogs. I felt languished by chillness That pierced my chest and nostrils Homeward bound,strolled I For I had been there behind my father's back. As being benumbed by drastic cold I was at the end of my tether. Soon felt I, in the arms of Morpheus On the grass, supine anigh lake By morning, I began to fly off at a tangents When an highland lass harped on my shoulder I began to know the ropes of that wintry night For it cajoled me to sleep resembling lullaby No human hardly be preponderate Than a mother and nature.