C. P. Sharma (July 12,1941 / Bissau, Rajasthan)

Nature everything provides,
Let us in Nature take pride;
Nature is our friend and guide,
Let us in Nature confide.

Nature for you has best treat,
Fruits of sorts sour and sweet;
For herbivorous rice and wheat,
Carnivorous have variety in meat.

Beauty ordained in diverse forms,
On earth, sky and in sea storms;
The earth with flora-fauna adorned,
Get protection in thorns and horns.

Some found abode in nests and caves,
Others in burrows & under sea waves;
Pretty clothes in skins & hides,
In fur the shield against icy tides.

Every minute care he takes,
Prior arrangements makes,
As soon as a child is born,
In mother’s breast milk adorns.

Value of mother’s milk understand,
All pediatric medicines in it canned;
Ladies, of breast feeding be proud,
Let not mothers in fashion shroud.

In sacred rivers take pride,
Elixir of herbo-mineral tied;
O man, them do not defile,
Keep on your face a smile.

Our body has its own drug store,
Its own health it can restore;
Use Nature’s herbal cure,
A little discomfort endure.

He who has the herbs at hand,
Thousand Horse Power command;
He stands amid a crowd,
Like a Prince powerful and proud.

Roots, trunks, leaves & flowers of herbs,
Endowed with healing powers superb;
In them nourishment and strength packed,
The deadly spirit of disease is hacked.

For each part of the frame,
A plant that relief can claim;
Let fruitful and fruitless plant sustain,
Bloom or not can health reclaim.

Wherever the plants pervade,
There men all evils evade;
Soma, the sovereign herb
Is the savior of man superb.

Don’t suppress disease,
Strength of body increase;
Why a new disease invite?
Why not control your diet?

Why desensitize the body?
Why spoil its rhapsody?