Insular Bliss Poem by Vaibhav Simha

Oh, how joyously perch the Aves
Above the daunting miseries,
Prodding me to rill through the gales
Of umbrage, shams and knaveries!

They tweeted and trilled to get me
Fly over the eddies at sea.
And I relented for the glee
Of absconding the grim banshee.

Thus I took to the firmament
For a land bereft of mankind,
Soon finding myself merriment:
Green dales with solitude entwined.

Afresh I breathed of the pure air,
And un-girdled sorrows of mine
As I bellowed at my new lair,
"Envious men don't let me shine! "

To add substance, screamed every dell:
"Envious men don't let me shine! "
So I found friends who with me dwell
And shan't expel me when I whine.

Yet only an hour I stayed there,
For I knew solitude's bliss well:
Who shall there be to hear and care
If I cry: "I'm useless. God, ring my knell! "