Beyond All Iambic Verses Poem by Ravi Panamanna

A KERALA SCENE
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Far from the maddening crowd,
Away from all Western winds,
Here is a printemps* hamlet
Upon the swing of winds

Unto the scales of our eyes
It is all a heartening sight.
Unto the richness of nature
Here is a window, a beautiful countryside.

Clouds are kissing the meads,
Butterflies bask in the dancing shades.
Ploughmen render a gladdening note
And the waking fields feel an enchanted kiss.

Here are our winged friends
Resting by a brook;
And their pleasant notes fill the air,
This is the sweetness of the hour.

She is a promiscuous lass
Wearing the face of bliss so serene
She is the poetry of Nature
Sung in grace, beyond all iambic verses.

Printemps* (French) - Means 'Spring'