It was a blithe wintry vesper
Strolled I, zealously anigh hillock
.
The hillside's scenario was glimmering green.
Perceived I, covey returning to nests

Gazed I, the ranting rill t
That divulged towards creek

Clandestined the Sun in the west
Enrouted I, amidst clump of trees

The birds were twittering on the trees
Akin to expressing obeisance to an entrant.

Else, were they in invocation?
Only the Almighty knew it!

Bees were humming around my ears
Was it to enquire about my arrival?

Squirrels those saw me at close quarters
Ran hither and thither on trees

Stood I, beneath the fig tree
By having my head in the clouds

Squirrels threw figs over my head
As though, I was in appetite

Hares were trooping around me
As if, they besieged an unarmed knight!

Soon turned murky, the clouds
Strolled I, back to my home

On the way, squirrels, bees and hares
Stood mutely gazing at me

To be cocksure, as motionless as a grave
I am not gifted as them

To lead an innocent life
Soon heard I, an enchanting echo from trees

I wondered, is it a cuckoo?
Nay, it was a sky lark!

That expressed gratitude for my congenial arrival
To me, that hillock's scenario gave my heart and soul truce

I wasn't myself amidst the prolific nature
Willy-nilly crept I home, with pair of hares.