How Is It Possible? Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

Pleasant sunshine
In the pleasant morning
Creates pleasant mind,
So I see everything
And feel everything
With my sublime rhythm,
I proceed everywhere
With great ease,
Unaware of the pain and plight
Of the nasty realm,
Divine breeze produces
Lovely ripples in my superior poetic domain,
I find every beautiful object
Inside and outside
With rapt attention,
Gradually, they become more and more beautiful
In my wonderful poetic canvas,
Being astonished,
I stare at them hour after hour,
Sometimes I ask myself,
"How is it possible? "
But I never get the answer.