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Abhinav Guha Poem
I am a Banyan tree,
More than hundred years old,
Near a beautiful lake I stand,
In the heart of Mother Nature.
During my life span I have seen,
Days both good and bad,
I have experienced the strong forces of nature,
Surviving them courageously.
I have grown tall and strong,
By drawing nutrients from the guardian soil,
Soaking in the moist rainwater,
Bathing in the holy sunlight.
I have made some good friends who have,
Explored my heart,
Cheered up my soul,
And brightened my days.
One of my good pals is the lake,
Who has added meaning to my life,
A kinship has developed between us,
From him I have learnt the value of stillness.
I remember you well the nightingale.
You lived in a hole made in my trunk,
Many a time you have sung your melodious lyrics to me,
Providing relief to my aching heart.
I love breezy nights the most,
With the moon shining brightly in the sky,
The divided clouds passing by the moon,
And every instrument of nature showing an aura of magic!
My branches begin to dance,
My spirit awakens,
My soul becomes alive,
On hearing the hymning influences of the wind.
The Earth is a heavenly place,
The Nature is its heart,
With its mystic charms and wonders,
Has shown me a world next to impossible!
Oh god! Thanks for granting me a blessed life,
This life I have enjoyed to the fullest,
I hope I have satisfied you,
By playing my role in this universe sincerely. :)
Copyright © Abhinav Guha | Year Posted 2012
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Abhinav Guha Poem
Draped in blooming green,
Colored with a rosy beak,
Blessed with wings free as air,
With crazy dreams of naughty playfulness,
A carefree young parrot I am,
Taking refuge in prospering wilderness.
The forest is my abode,
Never failing to amaze me with its overflowing abundance,
Where rich tress grow in ample,
Gifted with content flowers and melodious fruits
And where birds and animals turn on the mysterious charm,
Letting creative forces smile gently.
The sky is my best friend,
Who embraces me with tenderness.
Our souls have merged into one,
She treats me as her child,
I have slowly grown familiar with her,
Experiencing ecstatic aliveness in her presence.
Woven with the shine of the caring sun,
Along with my fellow parrots
I soar high in the sky,
Taking the form of a military group
We encircle the horizon
With deep sincerity.
I frequently visit vineyards,
Where vines are laden with overgrown grapes and strawberries.
They kiss the earth in gratitude,
Rejoicing at her homely delight.
I feast on these juicy fruits
Like a new born prince.
At Night time I stay still in my nest
And keep staring at the bright stars.
At that moment I am reminded of something,
Dreams of naughty playfulness come running to me
And start mingling with me making me jump out of sheer joy.
Yes I do feel like a carefree young parrot then.
With each passing day I am born again,
Providing me the strength to become more carefree.
Freedom is welcoming me with grace,
Encouraging me to be loving,
Helping me to be myself
And I have decided to dance through the tune of life.
Copyright © Abhinav Guha | Year Posted 2011
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Liberated with enchanting divinity,
Protected by shining light,
Nourished with healthy frequency,
The Garden of love I am
Where rich relationships ripe in plenty.
Gifted with the Stream of Purity I am,
Which murmurs sweet sounds of love
And lets holy souls drink of pure essence.
Colours of sincerity fly in my presence,
Displaying harmonious synchrony.
Sad souls do wander about,
Seeing my gracious presence they get attracted to me.
Healing them with God's grace,
I absorb their saddened weakness
And paint their souls with rejuvenation.
Destiny transports content souls to me,
Who are welcomed with kindness.
I pour warmhearted devotion upon them
Which they embrace with profound courage.
The smell of innocent charm sweeps across me.
Woven with the care of enchanting souls,
I carry out my responsibility diligently.
Many a time two souls have merged into one,
Giving birth to a celebration where the tune of oneness is heard till eternity,
Which makes my senses smile with dazzling beauty.
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Born beneath the misty hills
In a world that silently heals
Where lush greenery blooms in abundance
Adorning the apple trees with magical essence.
As the rising sun lights up the eastern sky,
Children run towards the apple trees with dreamy eyes.
Their rosy cheeks resemble ripe apples
And they run around the countryside sprinkling seeds of love.
The golden rays of the sun settle upon the tranquil hills
And illuminate the hearts of a flock of sheep.
As they bathe in the holy sunlight
Purity rises up from their hearts and mingles with mist like a playful dove.
As the evening sets in and the western sky turns orange,
Peacocks start dancing to the tune of dew
And innocent squirrels hug the moist bluebells and daffodils gracefully
Glorifying the colourful countryside with sheer genuineness.
When the night grows in a sincere way,
The moons and stars gather above the countryside.
Endowed by their enchanting light,
Angels come down to the countryside sailing on blissful winds.
Angels visit a celebrating waterfall
Which murmurs its own heartfelt rhythm.
They open the doors of their soul
And transform the heartfelt rhythm into lullaby.
Angels fly around and sing the lullaby in their divine voices,
Blessing the countryside to a peaceful sleep.
The angels knit the countryside with an aura of tenderness
And pay homage to her worth.
Copyright © Abhinav Guha | Year Posted 2012
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