Silence seems to reverberate all around
I’ve been sitting here without a drop of sound –
No traffic snarls … no cacophony to hound,
Quiet… to admire a sapling growing upon a mound.
Slowly as night descends upon the earth,
We wind up our chores and duties of hearth
We look at the sky – only to find the moon smiling in mirth
Romances bloom at night, people are exploding the world’s girth.
Dawn opens up a bright new day –
Winter sun brightens the sky in a somnambulant way
Silently, we sip from teacups, as only we may
The day is short; so as sun shines, make hay.
I wake up to the chirpings of unknown birds
Dawn’s arrived –
Unfurling of the day opens up possibilities
The gloom of the night before, been knifed.
Men are rising and getting ready for work
Household works are done without a perk
After all the job’s been done, I sit again to read ‘To A Skylark’
I too wish to perch myself upon a bark.
I reap and reap, solitarily, all through the day
Reading and writing are things best done in a lonely way.
The leafy green is staring at me
Blankly, as the quiet of the noon falls –
Nature, in all her glory, for all to see
It’s better to pen verses, than visiting malls.
The green is fresh and frequent –
Among the mortar of all the buildings
We pay paeans to Nature in lines eloquent
Varied love is given away, without withholding.
Nature is at her best during the day
At night, as we sleep, Nature sleeps too –
Admire Mother Nature in a humble and noble way
By deforestation, we profane her, as only men do.
The sun rises, breaking the squalor of the night
We look heavenwards to gauge the flight of a kite,
Men, plants, beasts, are all types of Nature’s might
We’ll bear fruit if we take her laws in manners light.
We must all live in equal amity
For only in that way, can life go on in purity.

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