There I got once a view
To remember for years few
Wild blossoms where bloomed red
Amidst the vast green space,
There I got once spelt
By the aroma of flowers red
Mixed with yellow pollens
There I got once the Divine sense,
And stood aloof for hours amazed
By the play of setting sun's slanted rays
Drenching the wild with a different charm
There I stood as if enbalmed.
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