Nothing For The High Heaven Poem by Sanjib Saha

Whatever you want,
Nothing can be for your own shake.
Now you want a cupful tea
Hot or cold;
Never you believe your own image.
There is a boundary surrounding
The self, affection, love, and hope,
Even we put forward steps
From noon to afternoon,
Light always moves obliquely
From growing joy to happiness.
No one wants to be a brown,
Brown to yellowing,
As a leaf falls from tree.
Still we enchant the verse of
High holiness,
Believe or not,
Man and matter never end,
Murmur the beauty of nature,
Nothing could be stored
Within heart for high heaven.

Sanjibsaha Aniketa