This Day
What shrubs or bushes
they are, I don't know.
I pass and smell
and feel the zeal
for a further go.
The ups and the turns
open the mystery.
The sudden blow of fresh air,
makes the moment windy.
Below, I see the picturesque,
lush greens of tea garden.
Two leaves and one bud,
take away mind's burden.
The peak of Kanchanjangha,
is glittering under the shining sun.
This Day will never fade,
is now added to Eternal.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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