Divine

a poem by Pranjal Prodip Sarmah

Sandy desert, the hot world
While crossing it, a oasis
That’s Divine

Metropolitan city, the hectic world
Making time to talk and smile
That’s Divine

A small rivulet, the aquatic world
A blooming Lotus with beautiful birds
That’s Divine

A village life, the simple world
Golden grains, fishes and greens
That’s Divine

A Mountain life, the high world
Natural beauty, sound of nature
That’s Divine