God and master

It is story of natural lover
Staunch supporter and firm believer
His life is spent on natural songs
Nothing he or she finds anything wrong

Snow clad mountains for most of the year
Very good music to be heard in ear
What else a guy needs in life than be near to nature
To die or live and making it sure

Fishermen enjoy at rising waves
Mountaineers love steep rise and deep caves
Tribesmen love deep forests and tigers
Bird lovers dream of becoming fliers

Nature does not play the role of hangman
It has same role for man woman
It may appeal all from different angles
Try to come to help to form lovely triangles

The day is dying out to be taken over by moon
Soon the heat may be forgotten tolerated in noon
It is not sure what silver rays may offer in night
What else may be there to feel proud and right?

The objects are there since centuries
Nature has done no damage with its furies
We have depicted each object with changing mood
Whether it has consoled us or proved any good

Let us be near and think of changes
Try to paint it in nice mood and manage
It won’t discourage with even disasters
As nature are our God and master

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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