Tragic Tryst
Soil:the daughter of downs loved the prince of hieghts:Soul. Spring saw,came and dressed the the virgin soil. She blushed on her beauty. Beloved began dance round and round Day and Night came to bow around. Father Sun became glee,gave the blessings of shine. Prince followed the lovely winks, came and clasped her with sound kiss. They made tryst; in service of water,wind and air under the sky. With zenith eyes and downwards feet, be on ground,spreading arms for sky Man takes birth. Poor Man from destiny is bound to hang between up and downs. #Shreesh Pathak Prakhar