On a dreary, cold winter morn,Continue reading →
Rising early with the glowing sun;
Was born a little baby girl;
Beautiful rainbow after the storm.
Biting cold, its fury unleashed,
Chilly easterlies vigorously blowing;
Baby wrapped tightly in mother’s arm;
A warm embrace against nature’s fury.
Frosty pines across undulating hills,
Birds chirping harmoniously through;
A cute baby at her mother’s breast;
Easing the pain with joyous suckling.
Half-frozen rivers and lakes aplenty,
Nature’s beauty gracefully unravelled;
Baby’s cooing and crying a tear revealed;
A sign of hope and of love fulfilled.
Misty gardens with flowers blooming,
Pink, purple, red, white and yellow;
Like as the sun rays shimmered through;
A baby’s smile sparkled across the skies.
Lush greenery dotted the landscape,
Along dusty roads a haven revealed;
Hidden behind a baby’s innocence;
A lovely and sweet angel to behold.
poem about life
The morning air resounded unanimously,Continue reading →
With the winged ones singing in unison;
Proclaiming the daybreak and the dawn;
To the awakening with the cock’s crowing.
A single crow cawing merrily to the clouds,
A troupe of bulbuls grooming for life;
Each calling for their little chirps;
Which twitter in the sun-baked nest gaily.
An ape clambering from tree to tree,
Swinging by its tail in the gale;
Calling merrily of his lost brethren;
Mankind, never to lose the best for good.
Golden grains in the forsaken husk,
Could but bring sudden awe;
To the primary man who irked;
Wrought the four seasons with ego.
Uncouth stony bump in the clay,
Could but be cumbersome and weary;
To the potter who moulded with grace;
The clay on the wheel for hours on end.
Revolting man against nature’s freshness,
Showering doom upon nature’s muteness;
Wouldn’t it be irksome for someone?
When man spoilsports His creativity of ages.
Fresh and sweet smelt the morn,Continue reading →
With its silver charm and warmth;
Kindled by love so tendered and sought;
Of the snowy blossoms around.
Autumn does bring with it charm,
Of the naked trees and the roaring wind;
To the fluttering of the tiny wings;
Which find it all life in air.
Spring does bring with it charm,
With the lark brightening the day;
Chirping that immortal tune so low;
Making known its love to eternal skies.