Can I travel with this cloud?
Can I touch peak of this cliff?
Can I touch tips of baby paddy plants?
Can I hover with freedom of a connoisseur?
Vast green field has opening of breathing
For life and it is the source of surmounting savior,
Fear of termination does not bother
Whether it does actually occur.
Of the unexplored parameters of the sky,
It is one sense of motivation and salvation,
Love goes with sense of traverse of perseveration
Above the source of magnitude of creation.
Mind has no bound of thinking great
It has time sequence we experience
With our life and tenacity of concord
Of forbearance and sacrifice for existence.
Freedom is only a window,
Its shutters are to be shut if staining smell
Comes from outside, it is happening around,
Coerced by simple game of power struggle.
It is the earth that contains many concepts,
We cannot fathom all those beauties
Because we are not in the form of totality,
Yet we survive because we patiently dethrone anxiety.