World Turns Illusive
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- Mar 2, 2019
- 1 min read

Lying under the Banyan by the river;
Flushes my body with breeze,
Half closed my eyes look ever,
To feel the heaven from the trees
Chirping penetrates through the ears
And reaches to caress my heart,
Far-gone my thought peers;
Waiting for an emerging trance to start
Envisaging her charming company
Adjoins the mesmerizing thrill,
Insensibility transforms in agony
When senses disembark in shrill
And I wish, I had longer trance with me
And I wish, she were ever with me
©- Janak K. Katuwal
"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility." William Wordsworth