Tag: Nature

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What Am I To Do?

I work hard day and night

Toiling all through the years

never a time for leisure all these years

I have made millions without fear

no not but billions something near.

Bequeathing it to my sons with love ardent

distributing to my grandchildren with a desire fervent.

reserving hefty revenue and great wealth

extensively to my progeny in stealth

not minding my failing health.

They would be a fortune for my sons greatly

would a treasure for my progeny substantially

I earn with a an earnestness and drive

destroying the streams and rivers in a dive

killing everything that are alive.

Dividing the fertile lands into plots

selling them for higher price in a slot

felling the trees irrationally

uprooting the hills callously

all for money incidentally.

Involving myself in sand mining

getting a handsome return in the inning

profits come from all directions

with sand, stones leading to a resurrection

land and water lending a correction.

Today my children buy potable water

with a land getting hotter and hotter

they travel far just to inhale fresh air

while their inhabitation has become bare

granting a negligible care.

As of now medical expenses drive them mad

they stare at me with anger and are sad

holding a grudge against me straight

and accuse me openly for a cause right

alleging that I have spoilt their life forthright.

( Pained by seeing the unmindful destruction of nature fro wealth, I wrote this poem.

It is a representative personification where the imagination gets ahead exploiting the anguish

and bitterness experienced)

Tags billions, Environment, millions, Nature, Poem

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Anger Cast In A Bury.

It used to rain all time

as October and November

were months of monsoon rains

bringing cheer in no time.

It is dry these days

very hot and drought prone

much against the routine

inducting famine all through the days.

With no rains in the yard

and oppressing heat in the field

there is a disproportionate feed

similar to the Great Famine .

The break of routine is not new

as it occurred even in the past

with the duration shortly cast

while now it stretches in a long queue

With the extension of dry spell all year round

none could survive with ease

as the scarcity mounts in leaps and bounds

filtering a not so pleasant experience all around.

How to combat Nature”s fury?

It has stubbornly gone ahead

denying the rightful rains at proper time

Well, it is perhaps its anger cast in a bury.

Tags cast, monsoon, Nature, Poem, rains

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The Windy Wind—- Music.

The wind is a song pleasing

with a breeze blowing gently

humming into your ears

passing through your face

making your hair fly

and you enjoy the soft blow,

The wind also is a song of anger.

as a storm blowing fiercely

upsetting every other on the way

destroying the ambience

killing a few in its ferocious blow

devastating the lives of many.

The wind blows sad

with the haunting sound

penetrating through the trees

making the leaves rustle in melancholy

more or less echoing like a cry

as though emanating from the wilderness.

The bellows of the instruments

derive their music from the wind

with the flute and harmonica

along with the trumpet and saxophone

with clarinet and the Indian

that work on the wind’s technique.

Tags Anger., instruments., Nature, pleasing, Poem, Sad, synergy, wind

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We find joy talking about
nature and its beauty
We spend time seeing its nuances
oceans, hills, valleys
and get blown away .
The breeze and tides
carry us away
while the birds colourful
take us along in a fly.
The animals that we daily see
cats and dogs
hold us in the fray
but not the insects
that we meet daily
keep us glued .
Why?I set to ponder
the caterpillar and the earthworm
do not make us wonder.

Tags Birds, caterpillar, cats, dogs, earthworm, Nature, Poem

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The Likely Known

The cause for a storm
remains unknown.
The reason for an earthquake
goes unknown.
The rhyme for anger
is well-known
The rational behind it
must be known.
Judging by the face
makes everything known.
As face indexes the mind
is a likely known.
Exceptions could be there
as in all cases known
Mostly the countenance gives out
fully is the best known.

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At Your Portals.

The early morning breeze blows on noiselessly.
Just up from the bed and stretching out lethargically
the bright sunshine gushes through the window hastily
Opening out the window and peering through curiously
see the greenery and flowers greeting you lovingly
as the tender breeze strikes through your face ligthly
you could feel the difference of the fresh breeze noticeably.
Locked all through the night under the control of electrical gadgets lonely
the fan and the air conditioner rendering a coolness much-needed artificially
relieving and diffusing the perspiration and stuffiness mechanically
The morning breeze knocks you down as it kisses your face softly
with the sweet fragrance that it brings along naturally
travelling through mounts and valleys which host largely
an abundance of vegetation that hold enormous value incidentally
bearing properties of medicinal texture and scented effervescence strongly
The daintily laden breeze delivers an intoxication at your door step voluntarily
while it remains a mystery and an enigma all over the world fortunately
Amazing it is to experience Nature’s benevolence at your portals eventually
brought by herself without any cost and expense almost daily.

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Nature In Short.

Great are the ways of nature
beyond any feature
going through the stature
abounds greatly in structure
high and low in brochure
long and wide in nomenclature
sounding great in culture
showing grand in capture.

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Exploring Nature.

Where does river come from?
from the mountains they say.
How do the mountains bring forth water?
It bubbles from deep down
sprouting in a gush add they
The origin remains a puzzle
Not only to me but to all
as we go on exploring Nature.

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The Little Pansy

The lovely little pansy
peeps through the daffodils
calling you to see her
reminding you of her presence.
Mostly she goes unnoticed in the garden
as she is surrounded by flowers
which bear grandeur and fame