An escape from reality.
I sauntered forlorn, out of my mind,
In an ever loathsome park;
Trees erratically grown and escalated,
In foliage of filth ashes.
It was a place absconded, never hugged.
With a mind-numbing fog.
Then I glimpsed an iridescently feathered;
Circling within my radius of vision,
And that it cheers the worn forest.
Swiftly, it perished in my sight,
So I intoxicatingly paced and scurried around,
Then the clouds cried along with my feeling,
Watering the dusts in the trees,
And giving that delight to surge.
The rain already wrapped up,
And disappointment did not came to bother,
As the sun peeped and spread its hands,
To crash its blaze to the drizzles left,
That is enough to illuminate the greens,
And unhook their veiled beauty.
The light came to intensify,
Bestowing its spanking new photograph,
In this world of repugnance.
“What a place!” I screamed,
Several echoes arose.
But it seemed to be a familiar voice,
It was my friends who replied.
Then I realized I was just in my dream.
The above photo was taken at the back of our school. The park has a lagoon inhabited by fishes. Number of trees are around, from mahoganies to bamboos and some trees with falling orange blossoms. With its tranquility you can only hear the chirps of local birds. With its beauty, you can see gamut of butterflies flying around. Now, this is what we call P-A-R-A-D-I-S-E!