I am travelling in the beauty of the nature,
It is summer season, time of blooming of red Krishnachura,
Above inside branches and green leaves, a cool heaven caressed,
With precious reign of love, we get fine tune of singing beauty afresh,
The greens, investor for shelter for our rest,
The scene holds inaudible sound of music of love.
Above my head runs one cable TV cord through heart of tree branches.
Through this line cord, runs sponsored program on glass screens,
With pictures in web to reach worldwide audience,
This gives me pain,
It penetrates my sense to feel the generous gift of nature’s love,
Sunrays playing with the red inside beauty of greens,
That is generous gift in solemn patience,
This intruding TV cable cord seems to be iconic to demise of our existence.