Its late in the evening
The sky and stars
The Banyan tree
Seem to have fallen silent
Unease prevails both within and without
Days after days
Pass meaninglessly
Intrigue and passivity prevails
And yet
When I look out every morning
At the golden sunrays
Despite the same endless cycle
Nature fills the world with joy and colour
Am I not a part of the nature?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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