Glorification of history seems a mystery
Bifurcation of liberty seems a reality
Smashed spinners would weave a miracle
Laden speeds still a sinister trinket
Bells of gold & Silver flying through the deep
Woods so green & millions of words they speak
A path that treads itself into the unseen
a bridge descending still into the foreseen
The mornings with the sun so bright
The nights with the moon so shy
Slamming myths of the beast within
Shocking flings with the breeze forgiving
As history repeats itself over the name
Beautiful scenes bedazzle to this day.!!
Ajay Padattil
27/112/2009
