Salvation Poem by Gautam Sen

Think of your painful woes
crudely towing you
on the crooked path of life -
blues circumscribe your mind
from accompanying soul.
You wear a hapless look
like a verdant meadow
yielding its luster to squelchy snow.
You find no one around
aptly able to transcend you from a ditch-fall;
no one to bring shower to your clouds
that darkened your mind,
that dampened your soul.

Put your trust on me,
I'll take you to a place
where blues disappear
to bless you with bliss of serenity.
Come to me with an open soul,
I'll take you to a placating place
where solace is not crowned
with cocooned words of empathy,
but with a spirit of splendors to soothe.
Excellence of this visual versatility
loves the forlornness in you;
cool comfort of the night
treats you as a guest of honor.
In the midst of this speechless beauty
I unearthed an untold truth -
nature has its own cure
for all her denizens' woes;
drink with eyes to touch your mind
and I find you no more dejected.