Nature, you are an impressionist
Your mind is fathomless...
As we see your butterfly and peacock
Our minds are transported into insanity of joy
And then you show before our eyes
A scorpion and a vulture!
We are silenced for a while with just a glance.
You ever enjoy making a rift later and later! !
Nature, you are a demolisher too.
Nature, you are a crafty imperialist
Your sword is drawn against the hapless...
In the piles of greenery and vegetation
Your serpents hide and search for our toes.
The breeze and the storm are your gimmicks
The rose and the mushroom are your identities!
We are reminded of the Ice Age and the Plague
Even as the silent eulogies are sung in your glory,
Nature, you are a courtier in the palace of the selfish.
We shudder and we suspect you
When the floods kill our brethren
Who have ever gone to see your graces!
Hymns have been hovering over the books
Written for a bowl of life and fame.
Our mothers once stood pointing their fingers
Across the horizons of sky and its red blue charms
And they told us tales filled with fancy and flavour.....
Nature, what are you?
God who made the serpent Made us all the same The serpents are much kinder Than humans in this planets game........ A very thought provoking poem.....Perhaps, floods and natural calamities are rough reminders to mankind that despite all the science and tech we have developed, nature is supreme and there may be a method in its madness occasionally.
very eloquently you described the either side of nature, both the darker and glimmering sides, it's horrific and the blessing attires. The amazing nature - the creator and destroyer too ! ! ! !
You have given a true picture of two sides of nature. Glorious nature can be cruel at times. After a devastating storm we forget everything when we see bright sunshine and nature giving us the means to live. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
Nature dazzles and baffles at the same time. She can be nurturing like a mother and wild and feral like a monster....and cataclysmic as in Kashmir! Some of the epithets used are perfect in describing this volatile entity like 'impressionist, crafty imperialist, demolisher' etc. Enjoyed the last part much! Yes, mothers always point to the sky and show the little ones the moon and stars.(Ambily Maman and Nakshatrakkoottam..) Beautiful poem....! A 10
Nature is mysterious so is our mind but more mysterious is Nature than our mind hence beyond our comprehension her ways and means...we are just mute spectators to her bewildering activities.........Dineshji..... a great piece on Nature
God who made the serpent Made us all the same The serpents are much kinder Than humans in this planets game........ A very thought provoking poem.....Perhaps, floods and natural calamities are rough reminders to mankind that despite all the science and tech we have developed, nature is supreme and there may be a method in its madness occasionally.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an intensely thought-provoking journey into the essence of Nature vis-a-vis human existence. great write, poet.