Doom Of The Beautiful Stretch Poem by V P Mahur

Our of that window in my house
I watch blushing morning spouse

Spreading her golden yellow life
Helping the world’s daily strife

Little pretty birds fly on wings
A sweet flower smiles and sings

Process of life on the vast stretch
My eyes, thus frequently catch

The sun climbs sky’s mountain
To watch clearly colourful plain

River smiles with thousands teeth
Sparkling the trees’ shade beneath

Everything is same in vaporizing dew
Yet every day it seems to be new

Ages ago my forefathers with craze
Would have watched the same stage

But ages hence I am not so sure
My children would find it secure

Someday a stranger, I know, will come
And alter this sweet, soothing bosom

This beautiful sight will only be found
In the verse I compose with heart profound