When I Will Be No More - Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
The world of nature is so rich
That we can never entirely reach,
I have travelled many places
And enjoyed the nature's precious graces,
Still my desire is unsaturated,
In spite of my desperate and utmost effort to make it saturated.
The vast field of nature includes
The trees, the flowers, the mountains,
The seas, the rivers, the fountains and so on;
All are the eternal sources of my pleasure
And I can not resist myself from this pleasant treasure.
But I know the time will surely come,
When I will not get the fragrance of this charm,
That time I will be no more in this fabulous arena,
But even then I will inevitably smell the sweet scent of the sacred nature from that remote and strange area.
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