The Bliss Of Woods And Hills Poem by Subrata Ray

The Bliss Of Woods And Hills.

Forest and roadway hills
On way to tour enchant
To take an uncertain room
And standing on a laid rock
I become one with the secluded
Beauty of the nature.

The evoked language inspires
To have an abode for rest
From the clumsy conflict
And fake battles of logic.

The time being oneness
Comes up as an asset
As soothing balm in
Dinzy drudgery of artificial
Sale and purchase of life.