Though out of sight
Yet Somewhere nigh
Was a running stream
Under willow trees high
Delving into nature’s calmness
Was Worthy enough to give a try

Scattered sunlight filtering through trees
Whose serene beauty can’t be defined
Like wide blank pages of life to which
No specific memory could be assigned

Casting aside all melancholic thoughts
Fastening the deliberately tied knots
O my mind! take a pleasant twist
Before everything melts into mist.