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Nature Addict

I am a nature addict
and I see people laugh at it...
When I ponder about the future,
or gotta handle the torture,
I look deep into nature
and she is my wound's suture
When I encounter persistent failures,
and when my heart mourns like a wailer,
I lean on the shoulders of the nature
and she is my only saviour
Yeah, I am a nature addict
and I see people laugh at it
Whenever I feel depressed
and when my muse is messed up
She sends butterflies and birds as guests
and makes me embrace the zest
Even a small insect turns my sobering mind
into the happiest one and the cool wind
untangles my mind's twisty knots and
removes hatred from my heart without my consent
However I know our mother nature is so kind

And so I am a nature addict
But I see people laugh at it

When a single wild flower grins,
and when the dawn chorus of birds begin
some esoteric sense of happiness comes within,
I am addicted, is that a sin?

I am a nature addict
and I see people laugh at it,
But I am proud of it

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 3/30/2018 12:18:00 PM
WOW!!! Supraja, this is an excellent poem! I am faving this one because it says exactly the way I feel about nature. Just wonderful!!!
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Date: 3/26/2018 7:07:00 AM
Being a gardener I can follow your heartbeats all the way my friend, Supraja! Glorious!
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Date: 3/24/2018 10:18:00 AM
this is very nice. Many poets are nature lovers. You are extra passionate about it. That shines through in your poetic words.
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Date: 3/16/2018 5:28:00 AM
That's two of us...Nice flow and message too...All the best my friend
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Date: 3/15/2018 1:02:00 PM
Indeed, a true lover of nature, Supraja! That's one addiction which we are in favour of! Regards // paul
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Date: 3/15/2018 7:26:00 AM
great poem.. loved it..
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Date: 3/15/2018 6:55:00 AM
Genuine love of nature flows through your sweet poem. Simple words shine with elegant admiration. Written from the heart..great piece, Supraja.
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