Awe Of The Wild Poem by Sangbid Kundu

The aura is scintillating
As unscathed as ever,
It is beckoning me to explore,
The arcane of a thrilling endeavor.
The splendor of flora and fauna greeted me,
Though theatrically, but with a proverbial zeal.
It was staggering and breath-taking
Enthusiastically enough though,
I had a glimpse of the dormant magnificience ]
i desired to see.
But alas! ! That grimy mind,
Poured drops of violence
in the furthering distance of past and present
it is hard to conjecture
the retrospective awe of the wild,
with traces of its gleefullness
stand as witnesses for one to dejectedly look behind.