Is the edifice of the glorious ending..

The plight,the suffering due to the bloody orisons...

Was a stamp to the the new beginning

The heavenly gestures to the nature's plight

Was too much to be endured.

The blissful scenario of the empty plight..

Was the manifestation of the voice unheard....

The older branches of the ewe tree hole...

Had no live surmounting in it...

The bizarre,the fret of the universe was in whole

Far above to dwell in it....

The flowing white water of the forest green..

Was the witness of the era..

The rippling tunnels,the dark caves,the shadowy shade of the dream..

Is something what we call Riviera...

O the small kid of the nature..

Born in the mother's lap...

Fed on forest's milk with care and Nurture...

Which will alwaz protect him from the thunders,shudders and lighting with a Drap...