By Bharul Chhatbar
Illusionally, I may be a mere blank white page whatsoever,
Technically, I spectrums of all colours I hold.
No frills, no drills, just true to the core.
Not do I pester in past sagas, nor do I dance in future aspirations, but I remain still, serene in present, like the blank white page,
Diffusing colours of contention, absolute Nirvana!
Bharul Chhatbar ©️