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NATURE AND HIM

On that riverside where sand turns to gold
i stand surprised,what beauty nature unfolds!
On that top of the hill,SUN beams reflect
Ever saw any light so soothing,so perfect!
On that village street trees dance with supportive wind
My mind gets auspicous,how much more to find!
the sea,where sky bows its head in respect
deep blue color,who is its architect?
When I look at His wonder son
we,the mankind,God's own creation.
Simple poem written in a simple way
But the truth it depicts is gorgeous anyway
He made us,wished us to realise His place
Nature,with its utmost vivacity is standing,
where joy is everwhere accompanying beauty and grace.

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Anonymous said…
simply great.the idea of the poem is touching.the rhyming well thought.indeed reflects ur poetic prowess.
May 12, 2006 11:31 AM
-=Bääk! säB ¢hhö®ö Bö£ö s!®f ä®ä=- said…
abaar khub bhalo etaar rhythm ta khub bhaalo.......
July 04, 2006 4:47 AM
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