Nature - Poem by Suchitra Bandi
I climbed up the terrace,
and I found myself facing the sea,
The waves crashing the shore,
shining even in the mist dreary.
The birds were returning home,
the wintery fog was almost covering,
the sun was setting peacefully,
its pale gold rays, the sky, embowering.
There was a little black bird,
with yellow plumage round its neck,
I held a friendly arm to it,
and it gave a soft little peck.
How beautiful the nature is,
I thought by myself silently,
I don't know why we people are,
destroying this beauty violently.
Perhaps, in this busy world,
we forgot what nature is,
we seldom take its notice,
so we forgot what its stature is.
I hope we don't realize it too late,
when no time would be there to spare,
and then we could do nothing,
like silent spectators we will stare.
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