Set Free And It's Mind Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Winter chill this year.
Between the sky and the ground
There is a whitish haze.
An opaque morning.
From the balcony
I see countless marigolds,
The golden rays of the sun
caress the flowers.
A cup of tea held in hand
Light golden liquor,
Vapor rising up
Condensing on the glass
And rising up to touch the sky
Somewhere.
Gentle breeze
O'er the grass
Lush green
Making waves.
The dew
Sparkling white
Some purple
Rest rainbow
Costlier
Than the queen's necklace.
Gold pearl diamond
Scattered everywhere.
Does the jeweler know
What all these mean?

And I feel:
Possess and you bind,
Set free and it's mind.
The vast expanse
is for me
To see
Like ne'er before.