Splendid Time

This is wonderful time, The air is fresh and genuine, The trees are swinging their heads with the breeze, Gentle wind is also creating sweet ripples in the soft bosom of the stream, Everything is positive and constructive, My beloved poet is absolutely ecstatic, He imagines his magnificent poetry is flying high in the air with great delight, This is a splendid moment indeed. But I see a dark patch of cloud though very obscure, in the farthest corner of the sky, It is surely jealous of this lovely realm, I am really afraid of it, Oh God! save the great world from the wicked devil.