Recovery Poem by Gautam Sen

My philanthropic mind many a times
finds a dreadful absence of life’s own rhyme,
I get afraid of being undermined
for reasons whatsoever not to find.
Things not of my likings become rampant
testing my tolerance, mind starts to pant.
I find no one around paying a heed
to my setback, looking at my heart bleed.

Then suddenly one appears with smile
takes me with ease away from rank and file,
I find my woes washed out by the river
as it blows away the shredded creeper,
blooms with beaming fragrance wipe out my blues,
petals of softness bring me life anew.
Rainbows with all verities of colors
fill my mind with glow of blissful raptures.

Thus nature gives life back its rhythms and rhymes
Infused got my soul with beats of sweet hymns.