Oh Clouds
Oh clouds, gather over my roof
someday and rain as much as you like
I’ll drench to my content
and wear new attires.
Oh sun, pray you shine
on my back and warm me
to the bone. I’ll grow
myself strong and wear a coat.
Oh sparrow, come and sit on
my window and chirp. I’ll listen
to the music in calm ambience
and enjoy unending nature’s echo.
Oh golden flowers, bloom
in my garden in youth
and cool the lawn. I’ll smell
and embrace your faith.
Oh clouds, gather over my roof
someday and rain as much as you like
I’ll drench to my content
and wear new attires.
Oh sun, pray you shine
on my back and warm me
to the bone. I’ll grow
myself strong and wear a coat.
Oh sparrow, come and sit on
my window and chirp. I’ll listen
to the music in calm ambience
and enjoy unending nature’s echo.
Oh golden flowers, bloom
in my garden in youth
and cool the lawn. I’ll smell
and embrace your faith.
Why Drink from the Oasis
Why drink from the oasis?
A great sea is lying beneath–
remove the sheet of sands and peep.
The only tree stands straight
failing with rugged barks
and empty branches
Root a new plant before
you celebrate its death.
A great sea is lying beneath–
remove the sheet of sands and peep.
The only tree stands straight
failing with rugged barks
and empty branches
Root a new plant before
you celebrate its death.
A man in solitude
can speak to himself; poorly
Break the soliloquy and meet
the people. They will listen!
Response makes you meaningful.
can speak to himself; poorly
Break the soliloquy and meet
the people. They will listen!
Response makes you meaningful.
Begin a New Day
At dawn
The sunflower smiles to the sun
Begin a day—
better than yesterday
The breeze is laden with the smell of soil
the bursting of new flowers, and the cool dews.
The silence is filled with the birds’ song
They head to the east for the early breakfast
heeding to the sun’s call and the flowers’ welcome
The white and red rose petals make a hue
in the garden—the beautiful linen brings joys anew.
The sunflower smiles to the sun
Begin a day—
better than yesterday
The breeze is laden with the smell of soil
the bursting of new flowers, and the cool dews.
The silence is filled with the birds’ song
They head to the east for the early breakfast
heeding to the sun’s call and the flowers’ welcome
The white and red rose petals make a hue
in the garden—the beautiful linen brings joys anew.
Mother Nature
She must be motherly
We’re
She must be motherly
We’re
Born
Cradled
And
We breathe
We breathe
Grow
Find repose.
She yields us
She yields us
Food
Shelter
A harmony to cherish.
She must be a temple.
She must be a temple.
Note: These poems are on nature theme brought out by Muse India in issue 32, July-August, 2010.
