ELYSIAN

I moved among the Elysian Fields in search of those good times

In turn I came across the daffodils swaying mightily in a simple disguise

Yellow over orange me defeated in a single stretch

The silence talking by itself.

I took in the entire episode a one eyed witness

Seeking pleasure and chasing dreams from measure to measure

As if these fields belonged to me in a now filled fantasy

My imagination taking turns to see these Elysian burns

As a fellow from the heavens I received no warning about their scorn

Me in me subduing the sleep due because of the harmony.

All these were immortal gains given to me by God

And I marveled at the beauty of each flower judging them by the Colour.

For these spread happiness as I defined my calibre

I knew them well for this reward would never die

And true is the bliss the Elysian Fields yield of immortality 

Addressing them as my own and finding a certain kind of hope.

Across the fields to the other side with enough steps to manoeuver 

Where the gods proclaim their legal status and thrive

And here you will find scarecrows,tractors and hats in the best of life.

Without pain and without grief they work here to perform a miracle

With clear weather to the best of the spirits,a tryst with nature.

I converse with them a few words which makes the fields more inevitable

The old shepherd who marvelled at nothing but the beauty

Moved amongst them addressing them again and again

Armed to the teeth with nothingness.

Believed he was the guardian of heaven

And lingered in the fountain of existence,

Never shall I regret the path chosen and pluck these flowers

These give me freedom to write a lot more than I should

Far from the madding crowd,a host of golden daffodils

The whole six yards unfold.