Why Are You Receding? Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

Wonderful season!
The vast sky is clean,
The bright sun is shining,
The beautiful flowers are blooming,
The sweet birds are singing,
The atmosphere is truly divine,
The ordinary passer-by sees the glorious scene for a long time
But feels nothing,
Gradually the lovely scene begins to retreat,
The traveller anxiously asks it,
'Why are you receding from me? '
The fabulous scene answers with a gloomy heart,
'I am going to the great passer-by who will understand my sublime meaning
With his superior eyes.'