Much of our life is laid to mundane world,
We render when to waste our simplest joys,
It matters when naught nature’s peaceful poise,
Purest of pleasures when remain unfurled;
Beauty of dawns, dusks, daises decked in dew,
Hills and dales crying for our company,
A gentle cool breeze not getting her due,
Goes unheralded when birds’ symphony;
Sea baring breasts to embrace silver moon,
The raw passion of a rising river,
Clouds playing with stars, joy to deliver,
Seasons in change, sun in cool wintry noon.
Yet man, inclined to humdrum life’s dreary leisures,
Blind tends to nature’s bounties, to boons and pleasures.
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- Sonnets | 05.04.04 |
Aniruddha Pathak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-s-bounties-all-her-boons/
