In The Meadow

While moving about alone,
I was madly keen on looking
At all kinds of flowers full of divine
Fragrance, glowing like the Morning's
First splendour of the kind Sun.
They receive me by day, by winking
And nodding at me joyfully.
I dreamt of kissing them
As always, I love all of them.
As always, they make me think
Of love and truth of this mortal life.
For a moment, my heart feels with
Limitless joys in my sorrowful life.

by Sudipta Bhattacharyya

Comments (1)

Yeah, flowers are the best creation in nature that can give solace to one who is fond of them. Nice poem. Liked it.