I see you smiling, morn and night
In blooming hibiscus , jasmine white,
What a miracle, mesmerizing charm!
Your beauty enchanting ,love so warm!
Like microphones fitted on branches
Look there a singing morning bird perches
There are no locks ,gardens for them are open
None are checked if they are bathed or sloven,
Grasses freely grow ,their farmers are unknown.
From brown Earth ,lavishly green they are strewn
On brown stumps grow blooms pastel lacy
Winged creatures only know of hidden nectar juicy ⁸
Each creation is of varied multiple color
Swaying heads in breeze with fragrant ferver
Bewildered are eyes on magic that dwells in each corner!
One remains dwarf, other grows sturdy and tall
Some bloom single others twisted and whorled
Nuking dark corner group of fire flies twinkle!
Harvest comes for chosen grains a few
Nature asks not favour for its services in lieu!
His treasures are open to one all born here
Ambition walks dressed as traders swear!
“This is mine, rest I will soon conquer!”
Continously such thoughts spur endless whine
They exist for all but Man accepts not
An eternal truth -“nothing he has brought !
Yet falsity controls his innumerable deeds
Habitually he accumulates without any need!
Shama Sinha
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