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When the tree bears it's fruit,
I gripped my feet in a branch -
And sipped a fruit with my beak.
The ego in my eyes telling freedom
Feet it's strength, feather's the motherhood.
Slowly i released my feather's high in the air
When beauty sync'd with strength,
And the gripped ground telling stories
About my ancestors.
My flight in the lake above
With water droplets upon me-
I fished in bluish waters,
And a green neighbor hood.
My flight above with all below me,
Holding sheaths of freedom above me.
I slowly touched green waters with thick mud,
Made me to stick to nature's bonds.
I then stood in a rock, spying to prey
Upon distance lost to perfection.
In a green grass with fresh dews -
Made me to sink in pleasure.
Red flowers in a beautiful branch,
Danced with me in a jolly mood.
Slowly my siblings came near
Swaying in the air,
And pushing me for fun...
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A Butterfly
A Butterfly swarming in the air
Giving sparkles away for breathe
High spirited cocoons praising
The birth of their sister.
And the butterfly singing a song
Lamenting the demise of it's last laziness.
Now to swim in the air
Forgetting hopes in flight dispair.
And to be catched by a child
And again let go to fly
A colourful brigade showers
For the hoping hearts to unite
Fun for the creator upon the breed
Not knowing the values of shorter lifespan
That gave man the choice of roles to keep
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Long was the run to live
On a May day;
Running in the corners of the living world.
A Female antelope,
Led it's way to a stream nearby
To wet it's broken feet to safety.
Just now had a fight with the mighty.
Running to a safe sojourn.
Grass so red returned with in vain.
Unable to see the future of life.
There ends all nightmares to a ground.
Today is luckier in having been saved,
Not like her mates just caught by the mightiest.
Speeding with elbow wind there came a trap,
Made by human's unknown.
To lead its way to a sanctuary.
To be named, to be tamed and to be cared.
Innocent children who turn wise with pets.
Vets who save the wounded legs
Never was the day without amusement.
Of few hundreds of crowd.
At the sight of the beautiful creature.
To live longer, to eat more fresh grass.
Man becomes God to save her.
To live like a clay.
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On a beautiful May day
The flower blossomed
More flowers made the count
Adding scent to air,
Mixing a flair to love nature.
All living souls jumped to see
The heights of a giant tree
Holding may flowers,
Like heights of human sacrifices
To reach heights beyond strength.
More may flowers drooped to the ground.
Unable to bear it's weight
The tree shook the flowers,
Till the scent reached my window pane
I choose to be nature's lover.
More i dreamt of nature
I began to love it.
Love exists in all of life
Nature's feel made me to protest
And to sing beyond my voice
About the beauty of the May flower..
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The omnipresent man
The shaky grasses held by the earthly mass
To counteract with their swim in the oceans of greenary
There was a tall tree in the rear end
Holding it's roots tight on the ground.
The sky being clear blue in the evening
It's about to rain-
The mystic beauty lays a melody.
A omnipresent man is seen
Hidden in the shadows of the tree.
The grasses dances to the tune of the wind
Adding elixir to the sunken heart,
Curing traumas of insanity;
Then the shadow shifts to a different place.
Now the omnipresent man hides in the bark of the tree.
That which shows the reminiscences of the past.
The next day showing the omnipresent man
Once again hiding in the shadows of the tree...
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Last hopes which lay
Flashing lightening and huge thunders,
And marching rain through blackening nights,
Sitting on top of shaking chair
With hopes of passing time under darkening nightmare;
Silent act of lightening candle
And sticking to the lonliness at stay
And wondering at the luminating shadows
Of Past reflections from the echoes of the wild;
An old hut with roof of rags
Through which rain still leaks;
Like life still at will of god
Still under silent interruptions of rain did i seek;
After the stage of reality will it cease,
The pain beared till now with hardened soul,
Like rain fully at it's roars
And sudden droplets that drenches one's soul;
Is it a pardonable act of raining life
Which adds sorrows to choose;
Will not the shower let stop ?
And song of life with light revealed;
Drinking water from old mug,
After relishing throat and let it go
A short sleep after thunder's rest
Till the next day had hits it's quest;
The memories of the last night
Almost forgotten with the sun's bright face,
Need to open up nests of birds at gay
To yell them to rise and gather food for the day;
Still to open up doors of cows from sleep,
With silent munching of greens and feed,
And dungs which lay of yesterday's need
To clean them, the vessels and water them fresh;
Still more chores at one's stake
With nature's face as one real make,
Need to cut the woods through forest's drape
And make a house as fit to make rain away;
Sons and daughters and wife on lands afar,
With one's days chores to post phone their closeness ajar
Still counting days from year to year
Won't there come a day when all would meet;
Like Sinking boat in crest i lay
With memories taken to wish good all,
Like swarming bees for gathering honey
There i lay with cries and exerts of olden days;
Grandchildren lay near the walls of home
Built with ones hardened work and expected soul,
All of them singing near my bed of sleep
That i might meet in several rush seconds to keep;
All was right when sensed in positive sense,
And all was wrong when at wrong delivery
This life which lays one quiet
At last, worn out like rain and day;
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Like a thrill that stroke
And woke me up right at dawn.
Wondering at the hard rocks
That held my home.
And the morning dew
That weeps over its walls.
Beautiful flowers in the flower show
Admiring the strongest eyes,
Catering to nature's upbringing.
Like hours to go for a kid
To crash over its remains at last;
What shuns me everyday-
My hunger goes with nests and loaves.
The air that makes me sleep
Upon the rooftops of plunging glasses.
Am i a bird that foresee time
Birth counts ones revelation to love;
Seeming to yarn at sunset
The laziness goes with a shook
Of ones sense of real some fun.
All of quantum raises to power
And showers to invent for some.
Willingness a mighty force
Reaches wills and wows to live.
We still quote our poets rhyme
In all of our frame of mind.
T too see the real face
Beyond the walls through the empty air.
I watch my incandescent love
And speak with a blooming mind,
To the moon that is far from reach;
I still laid my face at reach
To the heights of human unknown;
Still counting for the sick revelation
That droops over my past reflections;
Sounds of the night frightens one sometimes
Ones sincerity at dusk lives
Over all the causes.
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A Doll I love
Mightier was my pen
To embrace my youth so young;
The days I nurtured for a while
That sings a song just like a bride;
On that tiny repercussion of wind
Sitting ajar on the tree so trim;
Beyond what soothsayers says
The bird was I so beautiful in being gay;
Enormous layers of truth said so long
For one to dance and sing a song;
Will not the power rise to win
In the land of tsars of all like men against sin;
When I won you I were too small
Oh! my precious lovely doll;
Now I see you with my growing mind
To penetrate sand with outwitting strength of being sane;
Where does one's clasp of time yield
To bind farewell of all unwind;
During the tenure of losing hopes of life
Like a clinging man in threads of life;
Gone my strength beyond age dispair
In holiness to keep sane to eyes of tear;
The weaknesses all gone for a while
Now the soul singing for a brighter side.
Do you knell on God's pair of legs
Or do you sob on pasts death of love;
You think what you do is right
For the heavens wishing you the rightier might
Like a star in brightest sky I would lie
I would lose my doll in the sparkling light like knights of rights;
I would bid you farewell on the quieter side
For you may become cleansed of man's pride;
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A Crack in the sky
Sounding hard;
Allowing drops of rain
After it's manifestation afar;
Have you reached the solemn pain
That instills in one's eardrums;
Getting saved from this cruelty
One finds great rest after it's quickness;
Still fun lasts for kids
Unknowingly neglecting fear because of one's age;
Days have gone by, knowingly or unknowingly
For oneself to mind to one's duty;
Growing up one forgets to remember
Days when it rained or nights that were thunderstruck;
For the pain of life too
Removes the fear of this subtle death...
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Does the greens leaves the leaves!
Waiting for the sun to rest for the day,
Dreaming of the night sky with stars.
He treads his path in the field of wheat.
Unable to step any more further,
He stands in the muds of an ancient grave.
All of wind set for more of goals to twist
The fate of the dead and the living ones
Sure to strike the arrow that it is trust
To make the fruit fall from the branches of a tree.
It's the same way
For a man to end his sojourn.
The flowers and leaves in his bedlocker.
That finds a way to the museum of his people's heart
Finds permanence than the mortal man at his death.
What had happened until now is reality
For all others under the window of dreams
Luck too favouring his parts of wins.
What was seen as truth is shown as lessons to the world.
For what unseen is the greenary in the leaves
That does not leave it under any circumstances.
Life partly sings a song of monotonous duties
That lay in his pillows of rest
That shooks him out of any illnesses
Make him firm to stand till the end.
Dearing his ways to his mistresses will of mind
Yielding to the diamond mines of love that has no lifespan.
Does the greens ever leaves the leaves
No, but life is spun with wonderful creations.
The least being the leaf in the tree of hopes
That rests with more of fruits and birds
That beautify the tree and my soul.
Do the greens leave the leaves?
No, it's only man's duty
To coin a verse as sweet as honey
The roses are very sweet but surrounded only by thorns.
Man learns this lesson too many times in his life.
Life still leaves leftover sweat
That motivates him further
Truth with nature to strive for more.
By not cutting trees
Not polluting nature - the chemicals that kills birds and animals.
The green never leaves the leaves
If man ever loves nature
And paints his world green.
S ANANDHI
25 05 2021
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