Savoring Delight In Silence
That night,I preferred to be
On my roof for some more time,
To feel those gusty winds;
That carved my spirit into a new design.
I wandered what provides thought a figure?
So serene, divine and gentle;
As well as hard to endeavor.
I moved a little more
Towards the edge of my roof,
Away from this filthy community
That idealizes evil great and love as goof.
I desolated myself as much as possible
To pave the way to that elixir,
Which can mould a soul too subtle.
In the midst of vision and fact
I got myself unruly and genuine,
I cursed the vexious world
And moved ahead to seek the cherubin.
The Cherubin,who guides stray souls
To be merry alone and ;
Savour the delight that silence holds.