THE SOUND THAT BRINGS TO LIGHT…

An otherwise quiet earth asks me here

What have I done, done to you?

A serving land is given to you by me, my friend

But you still tramp on me like you never knew.

The waters have chased to cities you’ve known

And some towns that people have hardly walked on

Rekindling the glow of society still

I am doing my duty, I am still singing the song

The song that that I chant are the hymns of existence

Through me that you have flourished and grown in size

The land that you still use and still overuse

Is not a casual, a trivial prize.

The air is uttering in a graceful tone,

That beauty is not forever burning in the universe around

If you plan to live in the womb of earth

You need to hear the silent sound

The sound that brings to light

Your disturbance to the natural world

Preservation and enhancement is to be followed

For the further beauty to be unfurled.

LIFE....

[THIS POEM ELABORATES THAT HOW AN INDIVIDUAL IS BORN AND SLOWLY PASSING THROUGH THE “WORLD OF MEN” ie the world of corruption, misery and treachery he finally reaches DEATH which is “splendid”{in the last stanza}]

Isn’t it beautiful” he thought to himself,

Life is just a momentary elf

Lending us problems like it were a gift,

Ticking of time- making it swift

How marvelous it is to be born happy then,

When you ain’t familiar with the world of men.

The life at its end is run by elements unknown,

His end maketh by the struggle he had sown.

His chase persists till his soul wears out,

The muscles start moving and the heart pounds out loud.

They desire some rest, they need a while

But he needs to keep pacing for there’s more a mile.

Harmony is achieved when he reaches the point,

The path till then was surely unkind.

Splendid is the feeling he realizes then,

For he passed through the world, the world of men.