Poetry

A Glorious Vision

When a tribal boy sat on a curvaceous

 road in the bank of the river, a cool

wind began to flow and cloud

disappeared in the sky.

He was listening to the sweet sounds

of birds in the early morning.

He could see the joyful fluttering of

water hens and kingfishers.

The surroundings were pleasing

with a view of natural scenery.

The beautiful atmosphere enabled

him to enjoy the morning breeze.

Nature is really a wonderful source

of inspiration in everyone’s life.

He gathered the courage and he was

thinking to play his favourite flute.

The weather brought a glorious

vision in his mind during that period,

and he could feel flash of inspiration

 in that delightful environment.

 

                                                                                                    ~Bhupesh Chandra Karmakar

                                                                                                             New Delhi, India

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