The cosmic incidents 'cross the endless skies
Do catch our fancy and absorb'd attention;
With earthly blooms and hopping butterflies,
We do fall for this beautiful Creation.
Billows and snowy brows of heavens height,
Or woods, waterfals, and oceanic whirlwind -
The livings and non-livings - all that bright
And bucolic are drags for our opress'd mind.
The more we notice the Nature's allure,
The more devotional become do we,
And more like current of retreating river
We flow to beauties from daily ennui...
And more our livings get obscure and dirty,
The stronger gets our quest for each beauty.
- N. P. Samal
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