Green seeds are sleeping at the womb of mother earth,
At night she comes naked like a succubus,
Her unlocked hair is blowing in the air!
I wake up, calm; fickle city life!
Wine! Wine! Empty glass! I think I was drunk!
I was traveling in the vale of the upper soul’s desire!
And was experiencing a brave new world!
I come to an evergreen land, unknown!
Here people are cultivating wild plants and weeds,
Scenic, green, hope, producing more oxygen!
My wildest will is turning into real!
by Vikram Roy
8 Jan,2012 3:20AM
***New thoughts! An amateur try!