Song for the cantering alleys and the urchins' glee...

Amidst the cantering alleys,
throttled ahead by a desperate need...
The boweys and the chambers, ready,
the ballroom, ahead, rolled carpet,
red as a mystic flame and,
burning interest on the evening's affairs...

Mammoth riches loaded for the moment,
and music or dance, daylight's own fruition...
All chatters and mutters, pitched higher in the
seasonal bloom, while horses neighed at the sight...
And in all the parading urchins,
a widening glee, until the tempest
did rise high from the sea...

Valour sung, knights on the sword's oath,
did spread the carpet, and
hence stopped the froth flow...

Amidst all the cantering alleys,
in the end,
glee prevailed on the urchin faces...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju