||Nothing yet restrains to be free,
like fly of birds to rave in blue of sky
wave never bothers being cruised
as falling of leaf disowned from green
ripple slithers by blushes of breeze
does river loses mirth being wise?
nature when smiles by truth of reasons
dawn sways in grin by touch of rays
morning descends wresting darkness
fountain cascades by call of gravity
mystery never defies crux inevitable
weariness dissolves as when frizzle
rigidity of friction yet freckles too
time and space engross to be voiceless
does it mean any sense being busy intense?
when sky is limit by grace of irrelevance.
Dr subhendu kar