The stream lit days of peace,
flow past the agony of time,
so quiet, so serene, so blissful,
yielding their touch softly, bit by bit,
cruising smoothly over the field of messy emotions,
to give life to the tiny molecules of beginning,
in a supreme entrenchment of their own.
Sweet tunes pierce suspended carpets of air,
gorgeously tranquil and splendid,
oozing out silent tremors of love,
in circular rings of boisterous feelings,
far distance away from the trapped world of
complications,
in an ambience of mustard green dew drops,
depicting short parables of perfect excitement,
precarious with the fading of time.
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If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother - Poems on Environment , Wildlife
PoetryThis compilation of natural poems is a tribute to infinite elements of Mother Nature in its most glorious form. Each poetic stanza brings out the eternal beauty of the 'Natural Habitat' and proves time and again, that wildlife and nature are the two...
