Musing 152 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Why should I travel to the wonderland
When the greeneries nexdoor are mine self very?
Fabled hills are heavier on my bosom
And the rivulets fall fast upon the cheeks,
Stars gleaming in the mists of my eyes
Reflecting the snowy peaks on retinas enclosure,
Waves of sea being consistent with pulse settings
And all the treasures beneath are with mind concealing,
The drought of desert with the feelings drying
Amid the cactus realities storing the tears for summer.