Sense of Tranquil

Spending all the collected pure air

Slowly, tranquillity prepares to leave

Sighing over the undoing so early

Silly jokes about not joining the rush

Stillness is yet to bloom abundantly

Sky comes closer to whisper sweetly

Spare some moments about the day

Spirit of Sun sings in a mirthful tune

Spin on the globe gives a new feel

Seraphic dreams create a fine wave

Sitting in the midst of a precious time

Spending the pure air gives pleasure

Scintillating moments worth narrating

~Amitav