Country : India
REMEMBERING WILLIAM WORDSWORTH IN PARIS
The excitement over the trip to Europe ,
With profound ecstasy I dived into an oblivion ,
As my visit to PARIS was a dream I cherished ;
Over the years since my childhood .
A fascinating sight in the Disneyland,
Affluenced several fanatics and aristocratic souls.
My zealousness took me to the world of poetry,
Remembering William Wordsworths poems in a rosary .
“The Solitary Reaper “and ” I wandered lonely as a Cloud prodded a semblance,
That life is beautiful ,
To realise the haggle and harmony.
With a divine touch over the beautiful , fragrant flowers ,
The garden seemed to coronet the environment with a power.
Eiffel Tower was an astonishment ,
Moulin Rouge reminded me of the water ballet dance drama of Shakuntala in India.
Cheerful enigma again divulged in my fascination ,
Ah! I must rendezvous the prolific poet in this foreign land.
To vociferate my craziness in an open theatre ,
I fantasised over a performance of recitation.
How I could cherish the roses and peonies !
While my mind was engrossed ;
in sketching the beatitude of poetry.