Walking past the silent Nature
Nature being,
On Earth fingers,
Bygone Nature,
On Earth carpet,
Echo of the past,
Sound sour on naked abode,
At the silent abode,
Of eternal stay...
Walking past the silent Nature,
Forlorn! memory was recalled,
As the season ride pass the past,
solitude on ageless abode,
Countless as night stars,
Silent Nature,
Quiet abode,
Like a guard on post,
I gazed at the difficult attire...
Sacred sand on seasonless scene,
Like a beautiful mansion,
Their difficult abode,
Of Eternal stay....
poem by Rasaq Malik
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Oh! Natural Beauties!
Earth laughs in flowers, flowers laugh in showers,
Sea laughs in fishes, fishes laugh in waters ……
Sky laughs in clouds, clouds laugh in rain, oh sire!
But man laughs in BSNL Towers and what a satire!
Nature is a wonderland; it is heaven's abode with elixir,
Thus, I wonder at this nature’s splendor!
In the garden with heaven’s flowers
Oh nature’s gifts! You are funny little fellows!
Oh natural beauties, you are dainty little dears!
Come! Come near me, Do you hear me, my little fellows!
Nature is a wonderland; it is heaven's abode with elixir,
Thus, I wonder at this nature’s splendor!
The woods are full of faeries!
As The trees are the lovers........
The garden is full of angels without worries!
As the flowers are the lovers.........
Nature is a wonderland; it is heaven's abode with elixir,
Thus, I wonder at this nature’s splendor!
Nature is admirable and inspirable........
Nature instills hope and enlightens us all days;
Being thus prepared for us in all ways with......
Good for food and made our life desirable;
Nature is a wonderland; it is heaven's abode with elixir,
Thus, I wonder at this nature’s splendor!
Let me hire satire! Let me fire human ire
poem by Harindhar Reddy
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A Dream Fallen Out Of Sleep
Outside the abode of our sleep
Somewhere a dream burns
Somewhere tears sparkle
Somewhere a moon smoulders
Outside the abode of our sleep
Somewhere the sun rises
Somewhere the black beauty - night
Street walks
Somewhere an earthen lamp
Hides behind a facade
Outside the abode or our sleep
Somewhere bright birds flutter
Somewhere beasts of prey prowl
Somewhere there's a memory - forest
A desert there is - and a watershed
Somewhere a snowscape burns
Outside the abode of our sleep
Somewhere there's a cloud-burst
Eyes stare in longing
Somewhere in the ocean of the heart
Someone burns to a dry death
Outside the abode of our sleep
Somewhere two flowers bloom
Somewhere we see each other every day
Somewhere the wounds are sutured
Outside the abode of our sleep
Somewhere a roof is lit up
A door is afire
Somewhere hidden
Somewhere revealed
Outside the abode of our sleep
A dream burns.
Poem by: Naseer Ahmed Nasir,1979.
Translated from Urdu into English by Dr. Satyapal Anand
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The Himalayas
O Himalah! O rampart of the realm of India!
Bowing down, the sky kisses your forehead
Your condition does not show any signs of old age
You are young in the midst of day and night's alternation
The Kalâm of ñër Sân« witnessed but one Effulgence
For the discerning eye you are an embodiment of Effulgence
To the outward eye you are a mere mountain range
In reality you are our sentinel, you are India's rampart
You are the diwan whose opening verse is the sky
You lead Man to the solitudes of his heart's retreat
Snow has endowed you with the turban of honour
Which scoffs at the crown of the world-illuminating sun
Antiquity is but a moment of your bygone age
Dark clouds are encamped in your valleys
Your peaks are matching with the pleiades in elegance
Though you are standing on earth your abode is sky's expanse
The stream in your flank is a fast flowing mirror
For which the breeze is working like a kerchief
The mountain top's lightning has given a whip
In the hands of cloud for the ambling horse
O Himalah! Are you like a theater stage
Which nature's hand has made for its elements?
Ah! How the cloud is swaying in excessive joy
The cloud like an unchained elephant is speeding
Gentle movement of the morning zephyr is acting like a cradle
Every flower bud is swinging with intoxication of existence
The flower bud's silence with the petal's tongue is saying
'I have never experienced the jerk of the florist's hand
Silence itself is relating the tale of mine
The corner of nature's solitude is the abode of mine'
The brook is melodiously descending from the high land
Putting the waves of Kawthar and Tasnâm to embarrassment
As if showing the mirror to Nature's beauty
Now evading now rowing against the rock in its way
Play in passing this orchestra of beautiful music
O wayfarer! The heart comprehends your music
When the night's Lailah unfurls her long hair
The sound of water-falls allures the heart
That silence of the night whose beauty surpasses speech
That state of silent meditation overshadowing the trees
That dusk's beauty which shivers along the mountain range
Very beautiful looks this rouge on your cheeks
O Himalah! Do relate to us some stories of the time
When your valleys became abode of Man's ancestors
Relate something of the life without sophistication
Which had not been stained by the rouge of sophistication
O Imagination! Bring back that period
O Vicissitudes of Time speed backwards
poem by Allama Muhammad Iqbal
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Upon the lap of Nature
A lonesome bird
A whispering wind
A solitary cloud,
Nature is a singular scene.
A running brook
Gushing falls
Breathing woods,
Nature is a singular voice.
Endless meads
Dancing shades
A grazing cow
Nature is a singular vision.
A ploughman’s call
A melodious song
A barking dog,
Nature is a singular pulse.
A twinkling star
A silent night
A burning candle,
Nature is a singular moment.
A blossoming bud
A blissful moment
A graceful heart,
Nature is a singular mould.
A different season
A different mood
A changing hue
Nature is a singular feel.
Nature’s themes are endless,
Variety simply countless
Yet, the impact is singular,
Thy pulses are thine alone.
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What is actually this Nature? Nature is our own living core. When we are on the lap of Nature, we are within our reflections. We are born out of this Nature and finally return to her elements. We owe our bodily and mental existence to these gross and subtle elements of nature. We are in eternal communion with her either consciously or unconsciously. Our core is peace and solitude. The rest is all a forced mask. This is why we turn to Nature now and then for an all round refreshment. A twinkling star, a flying bird, a passing wind, a running brook, a falling leaf, a burning candle, a silent night, a sailing cloud, a grazing cow… these present moments of glory in our life. They all represent the philosophy of our life. They boost our mental battery because on the lap of Nature, our thoughts gradually disappear and we become contemplative and meditative. Everybody needs this tonic. Nature is a beautiful lass. Nature is a good philosopher too. Let us open our eyes and ears and be ready for a floating experience!
poem by Ravi Panamanna
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Nature the Guardian of Earth's Beauty
Nature Nature Nature
The thing that has made every creature.
It’s in the sun in the sky
And not to forget the birds that fly.
Nature is the guardian of Earth’s beauty
& protecting it is our duty.
Nature is the eternal power in the universe
But pollution today is a human curse.
Without nature Earth would be Black & White
How many of us would love such a sight ?
We must get everything going right
It’s a matter that should not be taken light.
poem by Prateek Gupta
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Nature And Poet
Nature is the diet of a poet,
from natural beauty
poet derives immense pleasure,
drinks the nectar from the flowing down
Himalayan hilly stream, fulfils the long cherished
desire, translates into reality
the sweet lovely dream;
The tiny brook dazzles with the morn’s Sun beam.
Oh Lord Siva! Ye reside on ‘Kailash Mountain’;
Beside Ye flows down the magnificent
alluring mysterious
transparent water of the fountain.
Devotees pray thee for a bliss;
from the ‘Abode of peace’
Ye fulfil their desire and wish;
they sleep in the lap of Nature,
receive Nature’s kiss.
Poet is a worshipper, preacher
in the temple of Nature;
With indomitable enthusiasm
pens verses with tranquillity,
serenity, sanctity, being pure.
Man comes and goes;
poet’s verses remain for ever;
As a brook flows down eternally
in the lap of Nature.
Poet’s poem dazzles in golden letters
on the pages of history;
Depicts the Eternal Truth of Earth,
the beauty of Nature,
and the mystery.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Gaia’s Plan
Please, don’t sweep the leaves away –
Their essence gives to life’s decay.
Never hack the flowers down –
Their colours bless the laughing clown.
Now why the mowing of the lawn?
The severed grass will lie forlorn.
Let our flora live undressed,
Or under Man, will toil repressed!
I, the tree of standing still –
Erect and proud, and stout of will,
Aglow with motley bark of earth –
Advance my roots for all they’re worth,
Internalising Nature’s bowels
To snag the devil, tweak his jowls
And pull his hairs from whence they grow!
I’ll destroy his pagan show
Of Homo sapiens’ disrespect!
The humble ape must reconnect
With Gaia’s plan!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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You are the Producer and Director!
Stars and galaxies,
The meteors, comets and planets,
The sun and moon,
All look silent!
You will be one among these
silent travellers,
You were not active,
The love of Earth,
you were brought on this stage.
Look silence is your own nature,
But the nature made you tour
here,
act, Sing and dance here!
Some day you feel what you
were,
what you are
and what you will be,
Nature sends you to greenroom,
Then only you Remove all robes
and makeups,
Sit and watch nature's play,
which was your own play too,
You were the producer, director and shapes and roles,
You were that,
you were that Truth,
Gave life to all,
You are that Lord of birth, life and death!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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The More I Learn Of Nature
The more I learn of Nature the less of her I know I know
The little bird that all day search for insects in the hedgerow
Lives quite a complex lifestyle though we may not think so
The more I learn of Nature the more my wonder of her grow.
The more I learn of Nature the more I realize
That there is more to Nature than we see with our own eyes
The lives of flora and fauna are complex one might say
And from our ageless Earth Mother we learn every day.
The workings of Mother Nature is an amazing thing
There is more to the songbird than the song the songbird sing
Out in the wilds of Nature the strongest do survive
And always some have got to die for more to stay alive.
And every day in Nature there's something new to learn
The tiny ants amongst them an outsider can discern
That ant must flee their territory or they will kill it if it stay
And from the creatures of Nature we learn every day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Thirteen Lines
A brain peered through stoic eyes;
Yet all it saw was rendered into
Flawed interpretation –
No honoured contemplation of a
Gluon, muon, quark of any flavour;
Nor a vision or conception of its world
Within a universe anthropic in its physical laws,
Inside a boundless multiverse.
All it gleaned and modelled
Bore parochialism well beyond belief! –
Delusional perhaps.
Survival only matters here on planet Earth –
Evolution saw to that.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Mist Upon the Placid Morn
Bleed out your beauty, Autumn –
Give up a gentle wrist, and smear
Your bloody hues atop the green.
Cast a calming throw of heady peace
Upon the cooling land.
And as you grant the sun a final fling of warmth,
Charge the silent air
(Now lolling on a foliar deathbed)
With earthen whiff to intimate the fungal push.
Soon you’ll send a shiver down the watery spine of
Quivering ponds, punctual brooks, and
Listless lakes, to warn them of the freeze to come.
Behold! your mellow spirit
Hanging as a mist upon the placid morn –
A sight that draws a sneaking tear or two – forlorn
Observers are we all of colder climes to view!
Autumn Lady, must you be the summer waning –?
Our adieu to fairer-weather life?
Ah well, at least you hum a warming tone, ensuring
Nature’s rhythm still abounds.
But now you must prepare the mind for chilly times –
You know the drill –
Guiding us along a sloping path
To ease our psyche in to sleet and snow –
The blue-ice bite of winter.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Difficult to forget
It is difficult to forget near ones
They won’t be missed by some one
But by persons of close vicinity
And all members of the family
We may go on missing them forever
One day they may fade away however
They may still come and invade the memory
You may think and add to tension and worry
Any new place of similar nature may force you to think
You will slip into deep memory and try to sink
It will give you momentary relief and some kind of joy
Even though it is sad to miss any one and enjoy
We are sentimental and everything has some attachment
We may try to get near it and make happy comments
When that thing becomes thing of past
Some memory may not be forgotten and long last
More you cry and miss
He will get shock and a pulse
Where ever he is, he will have pain
As he will be in heavenly abode to remain
Insted do a thing which was so dear
He always tried for to be near
He will be with you for the years
And remind you he is with you and in your tears
These are unforgettable painful moments
There are no words left for comments
Yet we go on remembering them as and when feel free
We may have all comforts as if sitting under the shed of tree
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Doesn't Nature?
Doesn't nature draw your eyes ever towards her?
Don't you feel beyond your body is mind there?
A mind with innocence, which may be God's abode!
There are a few men, who get the blessing of god!
Lust is on the way to pure love a inviolable bar
Nature looks after us as dear mother and father.
Borrow the patience, the stillness, purity from her,
and worship the soul, not this physique ever.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Nature
Nature is beautiful
nature is fun
love it or hate it
nature is something to love
nature is god's gift to us
Nature
Nature we love
wate and feed nature
Nature water's and feed's us
god gave us nature
we cant live with out it
nature makes us
i know nature
Nature is beautiful
Nature is about the earth
nature has flower; s and weed's
weed's or flower's nature is us
NATURE
poem by Kerri King
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Perumaal 31-36
31Vanquishing Ravana Rama wished whereafter to atone
A golden cow whereon offered to a brahmin
Thou abode where of gold, brahmin built
Allimaamalar where with Manavalan favouring Shiva
To Thou abode that of ThirusemponseyKoil
That in pasurams Thirumangai versifies
Hey HemaRanga, vision, I surrender
32 Lamping Thou luminance eternal in'Nanda Vilakku'
Thou abode amid where mansioned beauty
Narayana where from Badrika descended
Where with Pundarikavalli Thee bestowing Shiva
To Thou abode that of ThirumanimadaKoil
That illumes in verses Thirumangai
Hey Narayana, Nanda, vision, I surrender
33 Thou persona where like Thine at Vaikunta
Descended where fulgent surpassing crored suns
Armed four armoured where with weapons
Vaikuntavalli where with Thee blessing Shiva
To Thou abode that of Thiruvaikuntavinnagaram
That praises Thee in Thirumangai's heart
Hey Vaikuntanatha, vision, I surrender
34 Mien Thou presence where as LakshmiNarasimha
Poornavalli where with Thee in proximity
Thou embracing whereat with Amrithavalli
Preached Thee Narayana mantra where to Thirumangai
To Thou abode that of Thiruvali, ThiruNagari
That presents Thee juxtaposed to Shiva
Hey Vedaraja, vision, I surrender
35 Descended Thee where from Thiruvidanthai
Espoused Thee where Thou Lakshmi
Thou wedding wherefor deavas congregated
Kadalmagalnachiyar where with Thee gracing Shiva
To Thou abode that of Thirudevanarthogai
That accolades Thou Madhava Thirumangai
Hey Deivanayaka, vision, I surrender
36 Thou repose where on Adisesha four armed
Descended Thee where from Arangam
Thou eyes beauteous where wakeful, blissful
Where with Senkamalavalli Thee blessing Shiva
To Thou abode that of Thiruthetriambalam
That praises Thee in Thirumangai's heart
Hey LakshmiRanga, vision, I surrender
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Sonnet: Heaven Is Worth the Struggle
The more the devil tempts, let me do good;
Let me tire the devil all my life;
Give me O Lord, Thy protective Gracehood;
Give me O God, Thy help in any strife.
To live on earth is Heaven’s anvil-test;
The devils hound all men by night and day;
And man by nature fails despite his best,
Attempting yet, to stay in Heaven’s way.
Man struggles hard: his reward is Heaven;
The life of Bliss for Man eternally;
The life of permanence with God for men,
Abode of God to reach most ideally!
With divine help, one’s success on earth’s sure;
With God as Guide, no devils can one lure.
6-12-2001
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Sonnet: Road to Heaven
Just like some roads that lead me to my home,
And many others that cannot so do,
So do some roads surely lead me to You,
And some cannot no matter how I roam.
Like how I know the nature of the road,
The time and stress involved whenev’r I go,
God gives us freedom to choose yes or no,
The road we want to take, time, strain and mode.
But how can we ever reach His abode,
When we take roads that do not lead to it?
Just like road-rules, God gives us each His code;
Following it is easy by habit.
To reach our home, we must choose the right road;
So must we choose right road to God’s abode.
poem by John Celes
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Country Walking
I walked a league and o'er the moor;
I walked and walked as ne’er before,
And on to walk from dale to hill
And on again to claim the thrill.
Behold! that walking does for me:
The senses heightened, mind of glee,
While rolling vistas pass me by
To swell the heart, enthrall the eye.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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In A Better World
The day I leave this earth
There will be nobody always to help me in my life
And nobody else will need to look after me here on earth
Because I will be in heaven
In a better place than earth
But I must say that I can't wait for this day to arrive
And when this day arrive I will be ready for God to take me home
To his abode in heaven
My life will end here on earth
But it will continue in heaven inside of God's abode
And in the garden in heaven I will go for walk any time that I feel like
Without being disturbed by the other people that lives in heaven
Also the dogs in heaven will come and great me while I walk in the garden In heaven
Of course I won't see anymore violence or homeless people here in the sky
At all and that to me will be a relieve
Also my pain and my life strugles will be over
poem by Aldo Kraas
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It Is A Better World
The day I leave this earth
There will be nobody always to help me in my life
And nobody else will need to look after me here on earth
Because I will be in heaven
In a better place than earth
But I must say that I can't wait for this day to arrive
And when this day arrive I will be ready for God to take me home
To his abode in heaven
My life will end here on earth
But it will continue in heaven inside of God's abode
And in the garden in heaven I will go for walk any time that I feel like
Without being disturbed by the other people that lives in heaven
Also the dogs in heaven will come and great me while I walk in the Garden In heaven
Of course I won't see anymore violence or homeless people here in The sky
At all and that to me will be a relieve
Also my pain and my life strugles will be over
poem by Aldo Kraas
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