Life
The big boulder
On the bank of the stream
Clear and glittering
In the scenic landscape.
It a miniscule part
Of nature there but
Does not feel its existence.
And the blue hill,
Trees,plants. . . are parts
Of the beautiful nature.
But they don’t feel their existence ,
Cannot see the beauty
Of the picturesque countryside.
Then I held my life dear
Close to my heart.
For one day
When I die elements
Of my being will be merged
In to the nature.
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2022
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