Missing Beauty Poem by Gautam Sen

Ever I dream of being drenched
On a sparkling full-moon night,
Like the cool hours of darkness
Douses with silvery moon-light.

I dwell in a city
So never it gets sated.
Landscape on terrain's canvas
Turns all but me elated.

Window panes so small that makes
A dainty vision rare,
My sight bangs on the skyscrapers
Being entrapped in a snare.

High-rises in numbers
Have made the sky more high,
I miss the tide of beauty,
Just left to heave a sigh.

In a trendy era of hi-tech age
Nature moves afar with its treasure.
Blissful, silky moonlit nights
No more bless me with its pleasure.

My mind then stirs up;
I fly with wings of dream
Engulfed by its shiny splendor
Of splashing streams of moonbeam.
Strong will of mine
Shows me the way to find
I get my thirst quenched
With my inspired mind.