Idyll

The pathway is rainbow,

I want violet the most,

So it showered violet flowers.

The trees on its side took its shape

And extends aesthetically

With the spellbinding curves

Marking from its bough till its twigs.

Without the apparition

Of a small inky iota,

The propelling radiant sky,

Stands thrilled with pride

For she decided to

Drizzle the two lovers

On the rainbow path

With violet flowers.

There is no fish in aquarium,

There is no bird in cage,

There is no animal in menagerie,

There is no joker in circus;

But there is breeze of peace,

There is syrupy aroma

And there is intimacy

In the eyes of the man

I'm sharing the path with,

Whose hands as soft as the feather,

Whose eyes as bright as the Sirius,

Whose lips melodied every word he uttered,

Whose heart is brave as lion,

But also fragile as the deer.

It surrenders to the woman

Beside her, who dance

With the beats of magic in the nature.

She is divine like the nature

That befall before his eyes.

Like the violet flower

That falls willingly

To the rainbow path;

He falls willingly

For the woman

Whom he can be

As weak as the deer

And as brave as the lion.

With the call of Dinner

From my mother inside,

I was back to my

Balcony again.