Poem of Ecstasy

It was a blithe wintry vesper;

Strolled I, zealously, anigh hillock.

The hillside's scenario glimmering green;

Perceived I, covey returning to nests.

Gazed I, the ranting rill,

That divulged towards creek,

Concealing the Sun in the west.

Enrouted I, amidst clumps of trees,

The birds twittering on the boughs,

Akin to expressing obeisance to an entrant, or

Else, were they in ‘invocation?’

Only the Almighty knew it!

Bees were humming around my ears;

Was it to enquire about my arrival?

Squirrels seeing me at close quarters

Ran hither and thither on trees;

So stood I, beneath the fig tree

By having my head in the clouds,

Squirrels threw figs over my head

As though, I was in their appetite.

Hares were trooping around me

As if, they besieged, an unarmed knight;

Soon turned murky, the clouds.

Strolled I, back to my home.

On the way, squirrels, bees, and hares

Stood mutely, gazing at me

To be cocksure, as motionless as a grave.

(I am not gifted as them

To lead an innocent life.)

Soon heard I, an enchanting echo from trees.

Wondered I, is it a cuckoo?

Nay… it was a sky lark

That expressed gratitude for my congenial arrival– 

To me, that hillock's scenario

Gave my heart and soul truce.

I wasn't myself amidst the prolific nature:

Willy-nilly, crept I home, with a pair of hares.