Theme: Paradise

Dilapidated Hut

A home without walls
 
I love this old dilapidated home,
the walls of all restrictions,
all superstitions and old beliefs
have fallen off...
 
The wind of freedom, so refreshing
and so cool, from lands I didn’t visit
blows from all directions; what a bliss!
The distant flowers I can breathe here.
 
No envy, no greed and no anger
create a dark dungeon to enclose me,
I can see the birds that sweetly sing
flying in and flying out as butterflies.
 
The rains I welcome, the storms I embrace,
the old thoughts I push aside,
the new ones eagerly I gather
and all around me morning flowers blossom.
 
The dilapidated hut is my palace,
silence and solitude provide me music,
the morning and the evening
open and close the gates to my paradise!

11-Jul-2018

More By  : Dr. Kumarendra Mallick

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