The Park

a poem by Ramesh T A

What a drowsy atmosphere prevails here,
When the lousy sphere is full of fear!
Plum green grass everywhere as far as eye could reach!
In the heart there stands a beautiful dome.
Perhaps it’s the souvenir of that Xanadu’s Kubla dome!
Four parts filled with green grasses
And the trees of many branches
Fortifying them all like good fences,
The park welcomes one and all.
Not only multi-coloured butterflies fly there
But also mellifluous dream angles lie there!
Indeed it’s a place meant for pleasure!