The Mustard Fields Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
The Mustard Fields
Standing in front of the vast mustard fields
I am enjoying the perpetual bliss,
In the world of this melting gold
I am confident and bold.
In the pleasant sunshine they are sparkling and shiny,
Everyone will be reluctant to leave their company;
As I have entered deep into the sprightly fields,
I can not avoid their gentle and friendly grips;
The place is like the nature's holy shrine,
Even a rogue will be changed into a saint in this domain.
Standing in front of the vast mustard fields I am enjoying the perpetual bliss, /The place is like the nature's holy shrine, /Even a rogue will be changed into a saint in this domain.....beautiful poem dear poet...thanks
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9/24/2024 4:44:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a wonderful mustard field where even rogue will as saint, Nice expression, thank you poet.