Bliss
Wind
whistles,
ripples air,
on wind-swept wings
beguiled birds soar high
in seamless sapphire sky
with the fleet of cotton cloud,
designs changing silk shapes adrift.
Art shifts on curved canvas of cobalt,
flows as form of freedom with rhythmic joy.
I’m swept by rapture wave surge of nature,
swaying me on swells of solitude,
resounds the music of silence
in pristine precinct of peace
that suffuses my soul.
Lured, I look at sky,
my mind adorns
jewels of
divine
bliss.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2023
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