Wide open sky overhead
I kept listening to the soothing music of the mild blowing air.
The trees amidst stands still as pillars of stone
The cacophony of the roadside cars kept buzzing in the ear.
But,
The restless mind needs a room for peaceful remuneration
Sitting in an armchair I lie in deep contemplation
Thinking about the universe.
The tinkling sound of the evening Arati renders the withered soul a quiet atmosphere to meditate
My eyelids are shut
A tranquil feeling start
The smell of the
incense sticks enables to connect with the eternity
Serenity serenity serenity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem