Poetry

Nonetheless in expressing,

The Beauty the nature in;

The texts of the Sangama era,

Wordings of Ravindranath and of Wordsworth,

In Craving, for the nature earth.

 

The keenness of Red Indian, the shaman,

Sounded like wolf's, insects, owls and Cougar,

The Savers of land and the skies are,

The Nature's beloved.

 

The woods with Aroma of herbs and soils,

The heaven for the earthly life,

The euphoric peacocks,

And Wanderlust golden dears,

And the diversified rest.

 

Let not to pluck the flower of life in likeness,

In love we preserve it for the next days.

Thee man, holder of the Hues of Nature,

Let hold, and hold forever,

Let last the Ecology forever.

Not to be that great of Gilgamesh now,

He who got the Lebanese cedar,

 

May Myths of the forests, save us from the gloom,

Time to extend, the leafy and Marshy,

To raise the green sky-scraping from a tiny Sapling,

Keeping homes to the forestry stray,

To keep away the Zoonotic,

Towards Botanic is true realistic,

To see the mother Earth Thrill in,

Returning the pampering back in,

Keeping the promises for Mega - diversity.

© Shivkumar K V 03-11-2020, ment for CCVA and Date proof Purpose only.