Conspiracy Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

Holy land!
Holy fragrance!
Holy scene!
Everything looks true and genuine,
Still the air of conspiracy reigns everywhere
In the great sphere
With its invisible stature,
It's mysterious,
But it is the reality of time,
For this everybody flees,
They are afraid to sing,
It's a state of topsy-turvy,
The wisest philosopher tries his best to find out the root of obscene conspiracy,
But he fails miserably,
He gives up hope.