Nothing yet restrains to be free,
like fly of birds to rave in blue of sky
wave never bothers being cruised
as falling of leaf disowned from green
ripple slithers by blushes of breeze
does river loses mirth being wise?
nature when smiles by truth of reasons
dawn sways in grin by touch of rays
morning descends wresting darkness
fountain cascades by call of gravity
mystery never defies crux inevitable
weariness dissolves as when frizzle
rigidity of friction yet freckles too
time and space engross to be voiceless
does it mean any sense being busy intense?
when sky is limit by grace of irrelevance.
What needs to happen according to the law of nature happens regardless… relevant or otherwise the sky never complains of the brightness of the sun or the darkness of the moon. God’s majestic orchestration never fails to amaze me.
Beautifully penned. Loved the poetic analogy. Deep content.; D
time and space engross to be voiceless does it mean any sense being busy intense? when sky is limit by grace of irrelevance. Beautiful lines. An effective use of imagery here makes this composition an interesting read. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the confinement of our own limited world, we get driven by many immediate priorities and get perturbed even at the slightest mismatch of expectations.To cater to our goal fulfillment, the ambience keeps us extremely busy. But on reflection, we feel, is it really needed to be so busy? When we align ourselves to the vastness of nature, we feel without any exhibition, all the components of nature are silently performing their respective jobs. Great solace permeates our mind with the realization of triviality of the things we often bother about. Wonderful poem Subhendu, instilling kind lessons also.