On a silent night, I lie supine; gaze at the moon that glows and stars that shine; marvel at Mother Nature’s intricate design; and return to you, sweet li’l interest o’ mine.
Slimy, slithering, slobby slug.
Like an obese goods train you slowly chug.
Teach me to love you and sloth—your pal.
Only then more human become I shall.
When water hits the Cuddapah stone, the sound chills the heart.
Anticipation of something glorious triggers the happiness within.
Petrichor of earth on summer days is of that sort.
Appreciation of nature and God with it does begin.
You’re a tiny bolt in a behemoth rig.
I’m a grain of sand in a vast desert.
We’re all relatively small and relatively big.
The infinity of Universe we silently assert.
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Inside a drop, we all start out,
and enter the world crying in a labour bout.
From the minuscule drop, how does a new life pop?
The fascination lingers, the admiration won’t stop.
Families, individuals, schools and hordes –
Immense beauty the ocean holds.
Sizes, colours, types and shapes.
How at these marvels the mouth widely gapes!
We all have a gift to give. Are you ready to take?
Insomniacs it can put to sleep and sleeping souls it can wake.
The pivot on which the universe revolves, value love we don’t.
Give it. Take it. Share it with all. Pointlessly live you won’t.
By becoming one with water, earth turns into the potter’s clay.
Its fling with air in the desert shows how eager it is to play.
In its one night stand with fire, earth turns into the mason’s brick.
Its longing does not subdue, for with the sky it yearns to stick.
Equal there is none to the breeze wafting from farms,
where toiling men and women plant crops and love with their arms.
You’ll lose not your wealth, but your heart when there alone –
the silent life-giver that doubles up as the nation’s backbone.
The spatial dance of a butterfly’s wings
soothes the mind and captures the heart.
Thus, nature paints a picture and gleefully sings,
“Art is freedom. Freedom is art.”