From The Room Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I can see the vast sheet
Of the sky. Unfolded to miles.
Black dots of birds change
Places under cotton clouds

I can see the simmering
Water of the stream reaching
To the flatness of the blue
Canvass, whispering amidst
Tall trees by its sides.

I can see the parched land
Slowly turning green with
Fresh seeds sprouting and
Lively music is being played
By the wandering shepherd.

The wafting breeze carries
The fragrance of the wild
Flowers blooming on the
Lap of the hills and sends
Me into a trance with its
Soft and caressing touch.