How Is It Possible?

Pleasant sunshine In the pleasant morning Creates pleasant mind, So I see everything And feel everything With my sublime rhythm, I proceed everywhere With great ease, Unaware of the pain and plight Of the nasty realm, Divine breeze produces Lovely ripples in my superior poetic domain, I find every beautiful object Inside and outside With rapt attention, Gradually, they become more and more beautiful In my wonderful poetic canvas, Being astonished, I stare at them hour after hour, Sometimes I ask myself, "How is it possible? " But I never get the answer.