Moon At Dawn

Gracefully in the last lap of toil
Its light fades behind in azure soil
Where Moon cultivated a character
Which reflected in every matter.

The mountain and valley beauty
Is enhanced by its articulate duty
Painting calm and pure designs
Redeems in universe Nature’s presence.

Peaceful face of the sleeping Nature
For the last time with content it captures
And hands over the child to Sun
To take care when it wakes in morn.

Song Of Birds

Chirping in early morn
Their lips proclaiming dawn
Nature’s beauty to redeem
While birds song in ambience beam.

Vibrating with the power of beauty
They fill all souls with serenity
Fusing our life in rhythm
With the Almighty system.

Our hearts with hope to dance
And mind humbly to balance
Since our life is in presence
Of love with in distance.

To Be Or Not To Be

Cuckoo sings the song of joy
But crow cries the words that fly
In tandem which ambiguity deploy
Same color but different modes apply.

Crimson rose with color of blood
Oozes when we pluck the bud
The thorns near the flower
Make knows its power.

Thorns of pain are near aspiration
Songs with varied tune are in reason
Choosing which to listen and pluck
In earth takes a lot of work.

The Shelter Of the Tree

Seasons of emotions change
And different weather we exchange
For varied flora and fauna to cultivate
Under the Almighty tree as habituate.

In joy and happiness of rain
And heat of summer pain
We seek the cover to recover
Which the verdant tree showers.

Fluctuating wind of mind
Mighty tree helps to withstand
Beneath its shadow of compassion
Sprouts our humble vision.

The Flowing Of The Stream

Originating in the woods
Determined to do good deeds
Stream moves on in its journey
With love in pure air to give company.

Singing the song of youth
Encouraging the beings at work
Wishing everyone well
In their heart it dwells.

Gleaming and beaming
Stopping their mind from roaming
Inducing confidence and patience
By its life stream provides assurance.

The Bonds Of Nature

Clouds clasp mountain
Security to sustain
Its weak fragile stature
With mountain matures.

Birds build their nest in tree
Trees being so free
Young ones are brought up
In a majestic setup.

This are the unknown bonds
Which are so profound
Graceful and social
Yet sweet and beautiful.

The Tune Of The Butterfly

With vivid color of its wings
In present tide it tries to sing
Floating high and low
In an unknown current it flows.

Some flowers are attractive
Others are sensitive
Butterfly blends equally
Being everyone’s ally.

Caught in the net of universe
Only our heart can traverse
Far and beyond life
Contributing our share in a leaf.