Enchanting
green hills beckon me
as
if I am connected to them since eternity
sprawling,
abundant beauty makes me glee
enchanting
green hills beckon me
life
chirps merrily wherever I see
epochs
have witnessed their immortality
enchanting
green hills beckon me
as
if I am connected to them since eternity.
I
find solace in this realm
all
worldly possessions seem like mirage
their
serene aura exudes calm
I
find solace in this realm
wish
to hold it in my palm
forever
it’ll stay for eras
I
find solace in this realm
all
worldly possessions seem like mirage.
Triolet : Short poem of eight lines with only two rhymes used throughout, where first line is
repeated in the fourth and seventh lines; the second line is repeated in the
final line; and only the first two end-words are used to complete the tight
rhyme scheme. ABaAabAB, where capital letters
indicate repeated lines