This Beautiful World

This beautiful world 
Oh, my bones it rattle 
My heart, alas! 
It rends with precision 
 Scything through the riotous throb 
 A tumult of orgasmic elation 
A surge of cheerful contentment 
As the sun drenches the verdant hills, Domes looming in the vicinity and the curved horizon, 
 With the mellow bars of its unerring rays 
The thin leaves of the piny trees glittering in the day
 As the conspicuous red flowers of the Nandi Flame singe the eyes 
 But with grace, pleasantly mild
 The light filtering between the leaves and branches 
To the maculated and dewy undergrowth  
Crawling with earthworms and red ants 

To the flowers on the briers and bougavillea shrub 
Mottled with the elegant glide of the butterfly 
As the weaver and the swallow sing 
A harmonised melody from the heavy crown of the fig 
And on my skin the warmth dances 
Like a tender caress 
Soft and loving 
Kind and courteous 
To my happily trembling bones 
 My cankered bases restored 
My eyes glow and grow 
 At the pulchritude of nature 
 Balmy and rustic existence 
Oh, this beautiful world, 
My heart of stone, it thawed.

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