Treasure Island

Khubaib Mujtaba

(6 june 1999 / Hugam Anantnag Kashmir)

Natural Beauty


Flowing of water in a river
Dancing of fishes on pearls
All are the signs of natural beauty
Transparent nodule comming from sky
Enlighting the fusty fields
All are the signs of natural beauty
Tallrocks touching the skies
Fields full of flowers
All are the signs of natural beauty
Flowers full of nectar
Attracting the buzzing bees
Trees full of fruits
Attracting the human sight
All are the signs of natural beauty
Flying of birds here and there
Making of web by a spider
All are the signs of natural beauty
White blanket covering the streets
Hanging balls covering the trees
All are the signs of natural beauty

Submitted: Sunday, January 12, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 13, 2014

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