Far Away Poem by Ajit Das

I live within confines:
abode, neighbourhood, nation.
I open the closed door,
go out of the surrounding walls;
the same familiar scenes abound.

I look up above the roof.
Dawn frames the skyline;
blazing sun dazzles the vision;
evening draws in the boundary;
night erases all identities.

Garden, flowers, smiling moon
captivate the eager eyes.
Still I want to see that lies
beyond all I perceive.
But no sooner glimpsed, it's gone.