275. In Search Of Divine Love

Just like the fragments of cloud
I am floating and floating
Over the infertile land of life.
My creative cells cry bitterly
Not to find tranquillity and peace in mind.

I see the aromatic trees
Without flowers and fruits
Between the land of life and death.
My pen cries to compose the melody
Of beauty and truth in Love.

I am restless every time
To find the spring of solace
And wash the impurity of my mind.
My heart is thirst
To drink the paradise milk.

I will fly higher and higher
In the sky of dream
From dawn to evening,
From twilight to morn
In search of light and divine love.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@August16,2015.