He who can't be defined



He can’t be determined by oue gaze

But he can be felt in many ways

We can’t take anything from him through

The bell ringing beauty kept in his view

He can’t be seen even in the light

But gives us a peaceful delight

He has no botheration in our plea

But has lot of meaning when we see

He is the world which is out there

Whch we can’t divide and share

He is the world with no eyes

But never given a prize

For the early winter fogs

Are we the stone hearted dogs

But he didn’t ask anything from us

All he wanted is to save him with no curse

Called by the name pollution