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Sun sets in the west
Birds fly back to their nests
Nature’s cue – take rest

haiku by Mamta Agarwal
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The Nicest Season For One To Die

The nicest Season for one to die must surely be the Spring
When the Parklands wear their Wildflowers and song birds pipe and sing
And young birds are chirping in their nests and the sparrows all the day
Are busy under the house eaves weaving their nests of hay.

If I'm not burned to ashes then why not bury me
In that old graveyard on the hill preferably by a tree
Where in Spring birds will build their nest and sing their songs above where I lay
Though what happens to your remains when you are dead doesn't matter some do say.

We all belong to Mother Nature and to her we must return sometime
The reaper takes the young and old and those in their life's
prime
And since I too must die I hope 'twill be when flowers are in full bloom
In the prime of Spring when the air scent sweetly of Nature's own perfume.

Bury me in the Graveyard on the hill where peace is to be found
Beside a tree where birds nest and sing content in their home ground
A quiet place free of man made noise when Spring is in the air
In Nature's bosom I will rest beyond any living care.

poem by Francis Duggan
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The Sunset and The Sunrise

The sun
After a day’s travel
From east to west
Was losing its heat
Getting ready to hide
Inviting the night to come
With moon and stars in sight
Birds flew back to their nests
Humans
Finishing their days work
To have
A night of sleep and rest
Shades of sky changed
From blue
To orange, yellow and red
Sun shall move to
Other part of the world
To rise there, bringing
A new morning
Full of hope and expectancy

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Eternal Autumn

Eternal autumn blankets our world
Touching leaves of colors swirled
Embryonic buds never to see light
Rest has fallen upon the chilled night
Nature quiets for an evening of rest
As song birds settle into their nests
Long are the eves of autumn blessed

Away are the days of warmth and green
Utterly spectacular is the colorful scene
Though the winds blow fingers through
Under blankets of moss trickles icy dew
Mother Nature has chosen her one season
Neither you nor I will ever know the reason

poem by Kim Schilling
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Dr. Ambedkar- Sun That Never Sets

i see a sun that never sets,
that enlighten inner quest,
by transcending hearts gate
to overcome lives fade

i see a sun that never sets,
burns stoically for the rest
to help achieve forbidden glory
of those lives gloomy

I see a sun that never sets,
for millions pride sake
breaking law of nature
like a rebel dares death

i see a sun that never sets
and he is a man on mission
with sublime noble reason
to fight human discrimination

i see a man surmount a sun
brilliant high in the sky
nevertheless refusing to lie
unlike a sun that sets everyday

truly Dr. Ambedkar, a dalit icon
is the only sun, dalits reckon
and world shall not witness
any other sun that never sets

poem by Rahul Gade
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Rooftop

What I like best
Is when the sun dips west
To come with a hop
To the Rooftop!
I see how red with blue blends
As another day ends
After a tiring day looking for rest
The birds are in hurry to find their nest!
As the light grows dim
Colors spill on the sky at whim
I feel a peace rise in me
That breaks all shackles
And sets me free!

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Going Back West

I was born and raised in the ghetto
Talk with me and youll know
I wasnt satisfied, with living on the side
I started looking around, for a possibility
Listen to my story, of what became of me
I met a businessman
Who said he had some friends back east
So why dont you come along
Well we can help you at least
Well make you into a big star
By playing your guitar
But the joke was on me
They left me flat to see
Going back west
Yes I know Ill make out alright
Going back west
Where my musics playing all night
Going back west (going back west)
I think Ill do alright
Going back west
Yes I know Ill make out alright
Going back west
Where my musics playing all night
Going back west (going back west)
I think Ill do alright
Struggling for recognition, identity and respect
I got a lot of promises
They told me not to fret
So we will stand by you
If the going gets rough
But when I started thinking
They didnt even bluff
bout a year has come and gone
And left me standing here
Thinking how it could have been
For still I aint nowhere
They surely took me for a ride
Trampled on my pride
But I hold my head up high
Got no more tears to cry
Going back west
Yes I know Ill make out alright
Going back west
Where my musics playing all night
Going back west (going back west)
I think Ill do alright
Going back west
Yes I know Ill make out alright
Going back west
Where my musics playing all night
Going back west (going back west)
I think Ill do alright
Going back west
Yes I know Ill make out alright
Going back west
Where my musics playing all night

song performed by by Boney M.
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Two love birds

Upon great heights they reached,
Going east and going west,
For long they defied gravity,
For too long they resisted the wind,
The two love birds

The clouds of thunder gathered,
Yet their hearts frightened not,
Lightning struck yet it spared them,
The darkness approached them,
Yet they still rejoiced,
Flying without getting tired,
Stregnth renewed and renewed again,
The two love birds

Their nests were never known,
Yet they wanted one of their own,
It was love and so it was,
The two love birds,

Times and moments came and pass,
Many wished them to fall,
Yet a few had hope for them all,
Yet they stood strong and tall,
Fly and fly away,
Two beautiful love birds

poem by Gaylord Munemo
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The Harvest Moon

It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes
And roofs of villages, on woodland crests
And their aerial neighborhoods of nests
Deserted, on the curtained window-panes
Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes
And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!
Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,
With the last sheaves return the laboring wains!
All things are symbols: the external shows
Of Nature have their image in the mind,
As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;
The song-birds leave us at the summer's close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.

poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Version

VERSION
It is known that not all the
Versions are same but varies
From person to person
Even from literate to the illiterate,
When it comes to light, we come together,
To say that the light is better, than dark,
Since we do all things in light,
Do labor cook, play, dance, and drive
Does all activities while the sun is up,
Also when there is power for to see and assist,
So it is a fact that we work when there is light,
Struggle hard shed sweat, for the bread and butter,
But when sun sets, dark dares and sets in,
Labors comes to rest, birds to nest,
Kids back from play ground, Cattle from meadow
Vehicles to sheds, all comes to rest,
So light leads us to work and struggle,
Whereas dark takes us to rest and relief,
So without dark we cannot survive
Light is ideal for the day work,
Dark for the nights rest and relax
Both are good, both are better
But dark is best of both
It a version of my friends Ashok and kishore what is yours

poem by Dr.Balnarayana Bandam
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Flyin Down The Freeway

(kinky friedman)
Well, its retro rocket time inside my attic
Im all wrapped up in the flag to keep me warm
Got my brain locked in the cruise-o-matic
Rollin ronnie reagan in suppository form
Flyin down the freeway
Jettin down to l.a., it sets me free
Going back to nature in my jew canoe
Flyin down the freeway all the way with you
Ill tell the maharishi that Ive seen ya
Im a-travelin east until I know Im free
Ill take the midnight flight to british guinea
Aint nobody casting asparagus on me
Flyin down the freeway
Jettin down to l.a., it sets me free
Going back to nature in my jew canoe
Flyin down the freeway all the way with you
Ill get a mule and be a flat land farmer
Grow a little bumper crop of grass
In hollywood Ill total my karma
Im gonna cast my seed upon the ground
Gonna covet my neighbors ass
Im flyin down the freeway
Jettin down to l.a., it sets me free
Going back to nature in my jew canoe
Flyin down the freeway all the way with you
Well, past the pipe of peace in our abode
Buried in the ruins of mexico
Well dip some snuff in mainline guacamole
Well listen to the opry upon the radio
Flyin down the freeway
Jettin down to l.a., it sets me free
Going back to nashville in my jew canoe
Flyin down the freeway all the way with you

song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Nature - mother of all creations......

When the morning sun rises in the sky
When the new day is born as beautiful
When the dew drops rolls down the leaves
When the garden of flowers hugs the nature
and shower its fragrance and makes nature proud
When the trees leaves oxygen for mankind
starts dancing to the tune of wind
When the birds sits on top of the trees and
singing to the nature's choir with happiness
When the fauna in the jungle sets free to live proudly
When the stream water gurgles from the mountain
and when wet earth makes barren land fertile
When the farmers glorify the nature with happiness
and start to cultivate food for the nations
When the sun sets behind the green mountains
and the moon start to light the nation
When the nature forgets its vastness
Then the God show his creation on his earth.

poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Red Light Signal

Red Light Signal
A charming scenario of the evening,
Day and night were making love at infinite.
Sun’s face was looking like red chicks of a shy girl at the sudden presence of her beloved.
Scenario was looking like a red light signal at crossing.
This nature’s red signal advises every one to rest in the night.
Chirping of birds was over
and they went to their nests.
What a fantastic scenario was this?

poem by Vijay Gupta
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Sunset Thoughts

The sun sets slow to the West
The routine evening rest.

I quietly sit and watch
Feeling somewhat tranquil, yet melancholy -
I think of the great pleasure
That this moment is.....
And wonder why,
So few are -
Opaque clouds scattered, streak the salient sky
Like living lines
On an intent artist's brush,
The blue and the gray overhead
Are now at peace
Above the country, so free.....
Orange, yellow, purple, and red
Blaze, and burn through the horizon
Into the black-burnt transcendent treeline
Just below the setting sun, saying
'Goodnight, my sweet children' -

A pure gift,
so beautiful...
The wonder of it all
Is nothing less than
A marvelous miracle.....
It reverberates with eternities
Endless echoes,
(the mystical Music of majesty,
flowing through the cosmos) .....
Cloudy fingers hold the light
As God enfolds
The earth, the sun, the universe, and even
my own very fragile soul.
All here - together - in this delicately devine
End of day.......

The sun sets low, into the West.....
Is it merely routine
This evening rest?
.....I think not.....

poem by Smoky Hoss
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Commingle of seasons and love

As i ventured back to love,
A new dawn and a whole new world through my eyes seen,
I felt the tranquil beauty of nature,
I 'am in love again,
Nature seems to show likeness,
The passerine birds sings in joy,
Daffodils and lilies bloomers, dazzled and waved,
The sun shone her warmth on me,
Its spring time,
I ventured to explore the beauty of nature,
The sun rosed up and fell again,
The birds sang and was silent,
The world sleeps,
The stars displayed glitterness,
The winds blew strong and disappeared,
The moon's always wane,
The greeness tends to fade,
The leaves feel off the trees,
I ventured through all these in love with her and nature,
Everywhere i look around is white,
The sun's shinning weak,
Its all white and cold in here,
Spring's gone, summer's gone, autumn's gone,
Winter is here to stay,
Silence, quietness and a gentle breeze,
In the cold light of the day i am,
The ponds freezes and solidifies,
Love sings wintry songs,
With a cold shoulder she tapped goodbye,
I breath the dewy air,
As dewdrops fell on me,
I am frosty, benumbed,
The air in me wreak coldness,
And so is the moment without her,
As i stand alone,
Flowers died, birds don't nests,
The living are indoors,
I am the only one outside,
Lost in wilderness,
In the fields of cold winter,
Mourning the love lost.

poem by Sukkum Chang
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The big nest was in Afghanistan, thats not quite cleared, then there are nests in the Philippines, there are nests in Indonesia, the Malaysians are clearing up their nests.

quote by Lee Kuan Yew
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Beautiful nature in the forest

Our beatiful nature
as it is full of leisure
it keeps us suuplied with food
and gives us too shelter which is good

our beautiful nature
in the forest the trees swing
while the birds sing
the grass dance at the birds tune
as their moisture will run away so soon

our beautiful nature
as you step inside the forest
i set my foot on the ground to rest
as the forest skin holds my feet
the dew rans way and the grass take a sit

our beautiful nature
i pick out a fruit from a tree
since they are provided for free
i dont even need to bend on to one knee

i relax inside with calm
since the forest has also a natural charm
which will protect me
from any living predators

lastly i came out happily
as i was fed so quickly
which makes me to be taking care of nature
so lets all take care of nature

poem by Tanaka Chirombo
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Set them free..They will multiply..

Watching the birds is real fun,
no need dime, only the time,
colorful birds to colored birds,
chirping birds to singing birds,
flying birds to walking birds,
cunning birds to love birds,
Watching birds is just a lesson,
making mind to have a vision.

collect the twigs to make the nest,
one by one, they think the best,
choose the right tree,
just high and free,
Making the nest perfect,
without any single defect,
The birds toil together or alone,
all day long until it is done.

I bought two love birds,
that were kept in a cage.
Hung the cage under the balcony,
above the reach of dogs not felony.
chirping disturbed their sleep,
Nikko, the dog set them free.
Only two flew away,
but I have a few dozens now,
making their nests,
right in front of me, on the trees.

Watching the birds is real fun,
no need dime, only the time.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Villanelle

Come hither, child, and rest,
This is the end of day,
Behold the weary West!

Sleep rounds with equal zest
Man's toil and children's play,
Come hither, child, and rest.

My white bird, seek thy nest,
Thy drooping head down lay,
Behold the weary West!

Now eve is manifest
And homeward lies our way,
Behold the weary West!

Tired flower! upon my breast
I would wear thee alway,
Come hither, child, and rest -
Behold the weary West!

poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Villanelle Of Sunset

Come hither, child, and rest,
This is the end of day,
Behold the weary West!

Sleep rounds with equal zest
Man's toil and children's play,
Come hither, child, and rest.

My white bird, seek thy nest,
Thy drooping head down lay,
Behold the weary West!

Now eve is manifest
And homeward lies our way,
Behold the weary West!

Tired flower! upon my breast
I would wear thee alway,
Come hither, child, and rest -
Behold the weary West!

poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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A winter sets

A winter sets
~
Winter sets but not in my thoughts
The full ripening sun still stands
Making the bud of my heart open
To the warmth of a love felt
It is her name that the birds sing
Sweetly in the air about me
It is her name woven so deep
That the earth beneath me is holding
Sowing this love into my soul
That I am amongst it all completely
No season is withstanding
Yet this love, this thought remain
As bright and beautiful and flowering
As I could ever imagine
Winter slowly sets into the world
I watch nature slowly yield
Yet it remains breathless
And my heart in fullest bloom
Holds the sun within its sight
And I hear her name, I hear her name

poem by Matthew Holloway
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