When I first opened the window
all I saw was pristine white.
Spread from one end to the other
of the silent valley below.
Only some bushes, trees standing
silently without a movement.
Then slowly the white carpet gave away
velvet green replaced it.
Beautiful flowers raised their heads.
Intoxicated bees become crazy
hovering from one to another
kissing, hugging every flower
glorious butterflies joined them.
A bleak vale transformed
into a gorgeous garden.
Nurtured by invisible angels
caressed by their loving hands.
5.09.09, Garia, Kolkata