" Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive".

“ Bliss  was   it    in that  dawn to be alive”

“Bliss  was  it   in that dawn to be alive”

But   Now     to be  alive is to  be   trapped in the

Quagmire  of  peevish  slush  and   slump

Of   vampire of  Desire  eating   the  most,

 also    Prurient  who  in turn    aim the

 Wicked   arrows of   Greed  and  garnished

Garb  of    pomp  and  show  on the

helpless    passerby,

Here  Life is  deadwood, deadwood,

Overweighed yet  with  onerous   issues,              

Half eaten  by  cankering  worms,

Floating ,drifting   aimlessly,

you   also  helpless,  set  aside    rotten piece,

You  are  just  a    Swan  calm and cool

Brooding  in the waters ,allowing

the    watercourse   in its  own way;                                                                                  

“ Bliss  was  it in that dawn to be alive”,

But  to  be  alive   now  is to  crave 

for  a   peaceful  corner, serene  and spotless,

There   are   many  to     Sap

  the   string  of   action     their    beneficial   turn,

 You want to draw  the  curtain

 In the middle   of  the   theatrical  show ,    

  oh! “ Bliss  was  it in that dawn to be alive”.