Paradise Gained

Endless fields, of only grass,
Hills, as if, a little stone kept amass;
Vast & blue & endless sky,
A small lake, never dry...

…a little bush, here & there,
a few trees, as if, the beauty to share!
Not a single blade turned to hay,
How far it goes, hard to say…

…snowy clouds in the sky,
a gentle breeze flowing by.
clouds’ umbra, crowing the land,
not a patch of even little sand...

…it is not a place, ceasing to last,
it is not a place to be very fast..
going by its own pace,
as if it didn’t matter, how times race...

…coz this is where even time stops by,
to gaze the magnificence, on the sly..
its always as if, t’were spring in May,
its always as if, for long t’were to stay…

…amidst this place of supreme bliss,
as if, from heaven, with a kiss,
pour down tiny drops of little rain,
as if, angels, to take away all my pain…

...setting out on the quest to make,
the scene immortal-an honest mistake,
for nothing of this will have remained,
until after death, this paradise gained…
Abhijit Kurve