Beyond the sunset ( 89)

Beyond the sunset

I walk along the sanguine path of my anguished soul takes in,
to be redeemed by the floral paradise of flowers and trees,
I see I am in sylvan forest or floral fort, not of stone walls
but of beautifully arranged red and violent flowers,
the tall trees, the shade of which falls like graphics on the floor,
the thick green leaves pose as gravels and pebbles on a villa,
the V-shaped pathway leads me on to an arch,
my dampened, dispirited soul gets an aura, enthusiasm,
not for nothing, the great bardic poet said,
“ every flower enjoys the air it breaths”,
I too partake of the sanguine breadth and feels
elated for this birth.
Passing through the pathway is like
passing a period of transition,
The V-shaped pathway as if sounds
You are pushed down only to climb up:
I sit in the golden chariot of Sunset
to journey across boundaries unlimited.