Solitary Speech 1 Poem by Mousumi Bhowmik

Only once in the past
I thought I would see the mountains
Surrounded by lush green, high arrogant.
I thought I would know the secret of difficulty
The rule of affection for pebbles.
I thought I would save the experience of this rare travelogue in my bag.
I will open it sometimes and share with my dear friends.

High elegance became intensely involved
in all aspects of my life
Stayed in all the words of morning and evening

I have never learned to be so quiet

Gradually
the sound of the wind
the smell of green
being accustomed to silent grazing,
I can now float myself in silence
I can easily be happy to see the falling leaves.

Now I preserving continuous silence.