The Desolated Greatness

The Desolated Greatness ABAB The brooding copse of archaic place, where many stories lived and died, rapturous and dismal both interlace, to charm all, as in thousand hearts it resides. Where peacock fawn, to win the mate, and nightingale sing surmised and where brown-recluse spider wait, and search its life disguised. The echoed heaven, with multitude of songs and cries, of birds in solitude or in group as they flies. The squirrels jump and pop around, and enjoy the april scene, as all of them ecstatic found, with all hearts eager, all eyes keen. The fragrance was in the air of full blown flowers and old which drops here and there cries, hopes and become cold. The winnowing winds of adjacent field, ruffles the hairs of indolent calves which nothing now can yield, but deplete the fodder to halves. Pinkish flamingoes grace the lake which dips and uplifts its beak in serene water, and take the required and drifts. The trodden path midst this greatness reminds us of its splendid past and also of nature's creativeness, which is only left at last. -:AKASH SANGWAN