Majesty Poem by Subham Dutta

(1)

There was a pleasant garden.
All the class of society
Gets entrance to there.
This garden was look like a god gifted
And Covering with dream.
However, where its end, nobody can’t know.
Because the north side was cover with snow
Children has come to play,
Old man has come to spare time with others,
And the place was a venue of sports for lovers.
There was a holy image with dignified,
In the middle of the garden.
In morning, the sunray was
Fall vertically on the face of female deity.
As a day was inception with likelihood.
In the afternoon, the sunlight
Touch of one’s feet of goddess.
I feel all the crimes are too wiped.

(2)

After few centuries, I come back again.
Today identified the bounding-line of the garden,
No. of visitors has been uncountable.
However, no. of children was decrease
But no. of critic has been increase.
Lovers had totally lost their principles.
After many search, I find him at last,
Behind in the eyes of people.
Today the sunlight does not
fall on the face of female deity.
In afternoon, the sunlight does not
Touch of one’s feet.
In the cource of time the female desity
Lost her glorious majesty.