The Man Sees Nothing Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

Wonderful spring season!
The birds are singing,
The flowers are blooming,
The gentle breeze is blowing,
The cows are grazing in the pleasant meadows with great ease,
Indeed the nature is full swing
With its real beauty and loveliness everywhere,
Yonder I see the man
In the village road,
He sees everything
For a long time, but feels nothing with his empty soul,
The beauty of nature is meaningless and insignificant to him.