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 pine 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.
