Spring lashed on my heart’s shore,
In way that had never been before.
My secluded ‘self’ wandering amid-
Inner forest where mind forbids,-
The entry of mirth, glee or gaiety;
Wherein is entered by solemnity.
My closed eyelids opened up to me,
A vast grassland endlessly free;
And there in extensive greenery,-
Stood erect a beautiful oak tree.
It was one which I had seen before –
On the broad Mediterranean moor.
I gazed as long as I heard it speak,
And the watch was such psychique –
That earned me an eccentric mind –
Beyond what human’s mind can find.
On the leaves shined rays of dusk,
Imparting gleam to the oak’s husk.
The view gave nothing but gave me –
That I can never again feel or see.
In the solitary, spiritual sight,
I got the flavours of life’s light.
How that spirit merged with mine! –
With a providence – so rich, divine!
As the cold winter spread around,
Yet, my heart, did spring surround –
As long as I heard the tree’s sound.
The poem above is written in a specific style such that all lines have exactly 27 alphabets and there are a total of 27 lines. (Like: Spring lashed on my heart’s shore
: 6+6+2+2+6+5=27)