<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=515958" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Why Love?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nature dazzles the bewitched eye, <br>With splashing colours of a rainbow -on fire in the copper sky, <br>With cascading waterfall- flirts a roving butterfly, <br>With shooting stars banished-to light up the Milky Way, <br>With a hovering humming bird that belittles the peacock dancing in the rain, <br>With glowing fire-flies—on their backs hold torch to a visionary dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nature disperses the incense of fragrances, <br>Of a damasked rose-held together by reckless thorns, <br>Of coy jasmines-blooming only in the twilight of false dawn, <br>Of sandalwood limbs-where lie twined the vilest snakes, <br>Of earthy smells-wrought of dry earth in summer rain, <br>Of spring flavors—ripped, ooze out in their best form, when treaded upon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nature plays tenors to the patient ear on tinsel wings, <br>In birds calls-mountains echo in the wee hours of the morning, <br>In a shepherd’s song—thaws to tears the simmering heat, <br>In whispering trees—shedding leaves in the stillness of the forest, <br>In pounding waves –shores sing their victory over lost distances, <br>In pattering rain — from heaven’s lowered eye-lids the foliage bears the bruises.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nature’s largesse—offerings to a savoring tongue, <br>The ripest fruit—harbors the loathsome slithering worm, <br>The sweetest grape—wrought from the most twisted tortured vines, <br>The Honey sweet nectar—stolen from ten thousand flower's confines, <br>The morning dew—lands with a stony thud onto the blossoms still beating breast, <br>The berries bountiful of prime spring – clothe nature in her wedding dress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nature is the hand of God ruffling earth, sometimes in mirth; <br>With the passing of this entire birth, in my arms I could measure it’s girth, <br>Still miss—and turn my living soul to stone; <br>To be reborn with my heightened vision of his melancholy art, <br>He did put love in my heart! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">x-x-x<br>Seema.Joglekar<br>5th Dec-2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Seema+joglekar">Seema joglekar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=515958" data-title="Why Love? de Seema joglekar" data-description="Nature dazzles the bewitched eye, With splashing colours of a rainbow -on fire in the copper sky, With cascading waterfall- flirts a roving butterfly, With shooting stars banished-to light up the Milky Way, With a hovering humming bird that be..."></div> </div> </div>

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