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The monsoon had set in. Early in the morning, I was passing through a lush green pasture when a lilting strain suddenly leapt into my ears. I was entranced by the melody of the song and felt eager to see the singer in the best pillar emotional expression that had overtaken my senses.
White and dark rags of cloud were hovering in the sky. The hidden beam of the sun had set on fire the frilled hem of the cloud & the filtered rays were delicately kissing the green tops. Nature, lit in the resplendent hue was bewitching. Eye and mind yielded to the calm serenity of the environment.
I instinctively followed by sweet sound. It was so irresistible: Crossing a little distance through the meadow, I reached the other part of the wood. Here there were thickly clustered trees of oak and pine and the inside was so dark that not a single ray of light could pass through dense foliage.
At every thunder and flashlight, I am sure that often lighted my dark errand, I could see a distance guiding me through to my destination. I walked on but found no outlet. Suddenly I was ashore a river meandering and slowly with a musical rhythm, wafting on-Its-transparent way the right, under a heavily foliaged tree I beheld a damsel of celestial beauty rendering the soft, tantalizing music with a wanton grace. Nature had personified itself into the maiden with all its grace and grandeur. Abruptly our eyes met for a moment and her delicate and charming figure lingered too long in my memory. I was blinded by the radiance of that eternal beauty in its most exquisite form. I could not withstand the assault of the brightness and stunned I was rubbing my eyes when, she had melted in the thin air that blew past me with a sweet fragrance wafted on it. The marvel of nature came alive to me in its scintillating and transcendental form. This was the moment of jilt realisation of the absolute bliss of life. Though the dame of nature had vanished into the spirit of the cosmos, my heart was filled with a figure of supreme beauty /I glowed with rapturous joy. I could see her no more with my eyes still she is fresh to me as the dew drop on the petals the daffodils about me. I dream even today her coming to me in rest and repose through "Wale glittering path of the twinkling stars with love and serenity”.
White and dark rags of cloud were hovering in the sky. The hidden beam of the sun had set on fire the frilled hem of the cloud & the filtered rays were delicately kissing the green tops. Nature, lit in the resplendent hue was bewitching. Eye and mind yielded to the calm serenity of the environment.
I instinctively followed by sweet sound. It was so irresistible: Crossing a little distance through the meadow, I reached the other part of the wood. Here there were thickly clustered trees of oak and pine and the inside was so dark that not a single ray of light could pass through dense foliage.
At every thunder and flashlight, I am sure that often lighted my dark errand, I could see a distance guiding me through to my destination. I walked on but found no outlet. Suddenly I was ashore a river meandering and slowly with a musical rhythm, wafting on-Its-transparent way the right, under a heavily foliaged tree I beheld a damsel of celestial beauty rendering the soft, tantalizing music with a wanton grace. Nature had personified itself into the maiden with all its grace and grandeur. Abruptly our eyes met for a moment and her delicate and charming figure lingered too long in my memory. I was blinded by the radiance of that eternal beauty in its most exquisite form. I could not withstand the assault of the brightness and stunned I was rubbing my eyes when, she had melted in the thin air that blew past me with a sweet fragrance wafted on it. The marvel of nature came alive to me in its scintillating and transcendental form. This was the moment of jilt realisation of the absolute bliss of life. Though the dame of nature had vanished into the spirit of the cosmos, my heart was filled with a figure of supreme beauty /I glowed with rapturous joy. I could see her no more with my eyes still she is fresh to me as the dew drop on the petals the daffodils about me. I dream even today her coming to me in rest and repose through "Wale glittering path of the twinkling stars with love and serenity”.
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