In the middle of it
A spontaneous bubbly fountain
Was running in zigzag manner
With its luster and posture.
On the both side
Of the fountain
There were saplings
Of different wild flowers
With various attractive colour.
It was getting eventide,
The azure sky became vermillon.
The vernal wind was blowing slowly
And the meandering birds were
Flying back to their lovely nests.
The motley firmament
And the yonder foliages
Were much attractive
And they were providing
Plethora of joy
And pinch of peace.
Two angels came
And had a conversation
About heavenly and vulnerable lives
And came to conclusion
That earth could be changed
If people would have purity
Fraternity, true love and charity.
Was it a hallucination
Or my odyssey?
I couldn’t ween it
But the aftermath was that
It was a sweet sweven.