Nature engrossed in its search for nectar

Milon Sabbasachee

Water of the seven seas watered the gems—of the insatiable soul seeking pearls—

Nowhere found a point of purity. to match in any way

Can't be a separate entity. A silent cry in the sunset clouds today.

I am a misguided deer without my knowledge

Lost the forest itself - looking for the shade of the tree of sadness.

Hot sahara desert fire- in the desert or no life

At the foot of the mountain like pebbles cut lonely

The body is cremated has applied the coating of peace to the passion of the born blind.

A long time has passed in the offering of sin in the golden grave

Where I saw with my eyes the beginning of human civilization and—

Last conversion. Greedy dreams are worn out

Rib Hearts, Decaying Life, Mind Reading.

A final prayer today—of a soulful nature—in the last song.

I am fascinated by nature in the enchantment of its extraordinary beauty

Nice view of nature, endless green ceremony

Blue beach, twilight clouds in afternoon sky

The gentle waves of the pristine ocean, the song of the mountain springs

The forest green, the sweet song of free birds

Jasmine that laughs at the touch of the wild nest — night flower

Nature engrossed in its search for nectar enlivens me.