Lost in Rosy Wilderness

When high head and some higher poise

When ahead of my days of toys

My sights already widened a lot

My gait high in my deceitful thought

My associates reflected confidence

And urged me to jump over fence

And said that I may never lose

My ways, whatever ways I choose

My fatty pompous heart snorted

My leaner mind in thoughts distorted

With them I hastened and erupted

With no specific ways sculpted

And as soon as went past the margin

And some wilderness I entered in

And the hurry already eloped my heart

With no one dear to pull the cart

With my loneliness I explored

My new world without a single door

My paths grown with tumble balls

My ears ringing with frightful hauls

When stressed over my fickle mind

When went deep into the riddle wind

I found that I was fully lost

I was shivering in a climate hot

I had to live and give a try

Or kneel to the expectations high

Or I choose to peacelessly die

And bring my death in all allies

And then with heavy heart I rose

And searched for something flowing close

My fate then got a chance to play

My feelings pushed further ungay

When the thirst went to its peak

When left with nothing but to seek

When the madness of it at its prime

I found a river so sublime

I drank from it and drenched my soul

And more to satiate my greed

And more but could not reduce the feed

And then I laid myself to some respite

Then I watched the other side

Then there was blooming roses’ pride

My troubles then again did swell

My future in a burning smell

My widish sights then got narrowed

And newer hopes then I borrowed

And in the bliss of the across

I sent my heart and soul to toss

I swam in tepid waters not in ease

I struggled to float and for bit of breeze

Then slowly the channel accepted me

Then found myself in blissful flee

My moments these, were not to freeze

My happiness was soon to cease

When gradually I met the mid of trance

When roses waved to me in dance

When surety loomed over the sway

I was caught in a whirlpool just midway

I spin in it and see the sides

And my sight gives me a pretty blend

And no river and nothing to fend

And the roses and the greener grass

I let not get this ecstasy pass

I have though, some bliss, some stress

I am lost in a rosy wilderness.