I have so much wealth to display, You don’t grudge or attempt to say, Anything against me or them, Who only look down upon me, As if mankind’s enemy, Turning the society lame, Without any shame.
Because you feel, proud to be coward, Unlike me, have no guts, Not brave enough to clear the forest, Of all its trees and assets, And accumulate money, Leaving no plant, And therefore, no honey.
Today my forest has no birds, To sing a song, and say few words, In your forest, They set up their nest.
During the spring fest, Then sing songs fine, Unlike in mine, Every evening, As if praying, Before, going to take rest.
Yes, in every summer, There comes the macaw with dazzling glamour, Adorning the trees, With chirping glees, Eats the guavas in number a few, Leaves them most as residue.
Then comes my neighbor, In true sense a real well wisher, Who is also fond of the blooming flowers, Advises me not to plant fruit trees, Since, one has to clear the debris, And besides, it doesn’t add, Ornamental look a tad, Rather lacks in beauties.
I asked him, If there is any better scene, Than the cuddling baby in, The lap of the mother, holding her tight, Exercising its exclusively established eternal right, To drink the breast milk, Don’t you agree, It’s a matter, serious enough, Calling for a rethink.
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You don’t grudge or attempt to say,
Anything against me or them,
Who only look down upon me,
As if mankind’s enemy,
Turning the society lame,
Without any shame.
Because you feel, proud to be coward,
Unlike me, have no guts,
Not brave enough to clear the forest,
Of all its trees and assets,
And accumulate money,
Leaving no plant,
And therefore, no honey.
Today my forest has no birds,
To sing a song, and say few words,
In your forest,
They set up their nest.
During the spring fest,
Then sing songs fine,
Unlike in mine,
Every evening,
As if praying,
Before, going to take rest.
And morning dew,
Both of them stay,
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There comes the macaw with dazzling glamour,
Adorning the trees,
With chirping glees,
Eats the guavas in number a few,
Leaves them most as residue.
Then comes my neighbor,
In true sense a real well wisher,
Who is also fond of the blooming flowers,
Advises me not to plant fruit trees,
Since, one has to clear the debris,
And besides, it doesn’t add,
Ornamental look a tad,
Rather lacks in beauties.
I asked him,
If there is any better scene,
Than the cuddling baby in,
The lap of the mother, holding her tight,
Exercising its exclusively established eternal right,
To drink the breast milk,
Don’t you agree,
It’s a matter, serious enough,
Calling for a rethink.
To me always in every season eternally green,
I don’t know your view about mine,
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To me always in every season very green,
I don’t know your view about me,
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But, silvery blue,
In traces,
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Or creating a bit of confusion?
But, the cluster of lotus in the pond,
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Or creating a bit of confusion?
But, the cluster of lotus in the pond,
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A self written poem, no way I liked,
I didn’t know how to edit,
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So there was no meeting point until,
They came to a desert with sprawling sandy heart,
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