When I have nothing to do
I turn to Nature
as it is always in the go
has in it a regular feature
dawn and dusk to dark 
it rolls on every day almost
sun, wind or rain in sight
it revolves with a vigour most
seen with a bloom here
semblance of a fade there
Nature is never tired
unlike me who cries
for the trivia in a sob
the heart sends a throb
I sit there with down cast eyes
Nature smiles at me cheerfully
Of course, with no ties!
Meenas Poems 