Mousumee Baruah

Mousumee Baruah

Life is magical. --------------------

Chirpy birds in the divine hours of dawn. In the wise banyan tree near the lush green lawn.

Then flying high up in the sky playing with clouds. Spreading their wings of freedom and clouts.

Then returning to their den in the dusk and rest. They never forget their nest.

Who is behind this charisma of birds returning to their chamber? To be with their love, and go for deep slumber!

Golden leaves of autumn, dews shimmering in winter. Gulmohar's soft corner for spring, rain-drenched hibiscus in summer.

First crying of a baby, toothless smiling. An amazing pilgrimage of human from crawling, walking, speaking.

Seeds sprouted, florets to a fragrant flower, their beauty multiply. An inspiring story of the evolution of caterpillar to a colorful butterfly.

Look at the beehives, their delectable nectar delight. Fireflies glorify themselves in moonless nights.

Who is behind all this wonder cannot be seen. The Midas touch is always felt at every moment who is working behind the scene.

Something can't be expressed, casting a spell mystical. That is the secret of life magical.