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Prachi Kalbande Poem
What to say......time itself knows
it's the inner soul which bows
for the water in rivers when it glows
where it runs with a pace not so slow.
Then comes the mist n the fog
which falls on another side of log
in it's other form it touches the surface with a slog
as if runs a person in his clogs
Bringing a ray of great hope
for the coming time's hurdles to cope
resembling a horse's lope
it's a true form of rope
The grace of a raindrop when it falls
it's like a feeling as if our heaven calls
all of them r like miniature balls
creating huge n live walls
It's nature makes me thrilled
taking the vessel's shape in which it is filled
whether it is warm or is chilled
makes me think how can it be so skilled
makes me think how can it be so skilled
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Prachi Kalbande Poem
When it rains & the earthly soil smells,
Raindrops fall on the water surface n rebounce,
Nature manifests itself.
When fireflies emit their dazzling light,
In the dark gloomy night,
It's a vision of great delight,
Nature manifests itself.
Arora borialis has it's own grace,
Near the poles reside it's trace,
To brings us out from the worldly race,
Nature manifests itself.
When raindrops get stucked in the spider's net,
It's an appealing sight with each strand so wet,
Nature manifests itself.
The Rainbow river of Columbia,
Is the rainbow on mother earth,
Feeling it's glimpses is indeed a worth,
Nature manifests itself......
When the underside of Victoria waterlily is explored,
Like a natural chair it is floored,
Nature manifests itself ......
Copyright © Prachi Kalbande | Year Posted 2022
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