The road dividing the vast ocean,
The silhouette, the sun & the colourful empyrean,
The sky full of divergent species of avian,
The road reaching straight down to the dense sylvan.
Gazing at the pictures of you formed by the clouds in the blue peasant’s hat,
Enough for endearment & gaining arhat,
Her smile was captivating enough; it should’ve replaced the board of caveat,
Chirping of her beauty was clearly audible among the avadavat.
Dreaming that I could see this moment forever,
The evenings with a glass of beer,
I wished a hiatus which would last forever and ever.