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When Waters Run Uphill

I live in the far-flung narrow nook That time, has long ago forgotten Where the hills nurture the brooks And the pathways gaily beaten Where the East smiling each morn From behind the old aged mountain Wherein the small town lies, with the merry swallow, That darts, and speeds its flight through valleys, narrow The old pine tree and cedar and the bending willow Breathe their spirit into bodies, dead and hollow From the beaten pathways, winding hill-ward Where the birds live and sing with clear cord And the lark hovers steadfast in the blue Hanging to her fantasy, and melodies flow ***** From all these, i hear heaven's call From the elements that voice freedom Away from the mundane life And from humans' rage and brawl The spirit finds refuge, in where He first came from; from where His dust had taken the first form In this time of a plague out of the norm Only Nature and its elements still in good form No harm was done, fear no heaven's warn !!! But man, Oh poor me !!! Woe to him who, thorns he did sow Norms he did break, his fears now grow Waves of another sea have reached his closest shores No breakwaters have been built against the raging sea Nature takes her stream, follows an inspired path.. Regardless of any human interference, When nature's laws are broken, then Plagues are the most disastrous token So, let's turn the time clockwise And behave like nature, "wild and wise"

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Date: 5/10/2021 10:51:00 AM
Such a beautiful poem!!
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Date: 5/8/2021 3:54:00 PM
By man’s hand the wrong was done Waves of plagues do avenge and ban Ceaseless ebb and flow would shock man and stun A wish for a reclusive rural life and the mundane shun.. ***** Love bridges the gaps and mends the broken And Nature love is the most cherished token Lucky is he whose heart meets what is in Nature wild True to Mother Earth wise laws and with its tides allied. True poets abide by Nature wise rules and the gain is purity, beauty, endurance, insight and a wonderful poetry! So much enjoyed the dream to get reunited with a reclusive rural life! Thank you so much Hamid for enabling your reader such possibility.. my warmest wishes. Stay safe and happy always. God bless you.
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Date: 5/7/2021 9:57:00 AM
A wonderful write... full of green and sun light...Enjoyed it.
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