Elusive Nymph by Shamsud Ahmed - HTML preview

ELUSIVE NYMPH

Working In a paddock,

I heard a sweet ditty;

It’s indeed a fairy’s song,

Sharing the nature, a bit of her beauty.

I threw my hatchet in a haste,

Went up the hummock in search of the guest.

I saw the lily bright.

But the owner never in my sight.

I crossed the gorge,

And I crossed the ford.

I saw the leafy thistle,

I saw the naughty squerrel;

I came closer and closer,

To the sound of some clatter;

What’s this, its only the sound,

The owner of it I never found.