All Of Nature Waits, Not Man Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

All Nature seems to wait with steely will—
Sloth-bears linger, snails seem no short of time,
Polar bears hibernate in snowy chill,
‘Let it be, wait' seems Nature's panache prime.
The chill awaits sun as snow settles still,
To slumber in June's doldrums is no crime.
And winter whispers under frozen snow,
On her thawing dreams of far off warm spring,
Trees stand still pondering an inch to grow,
That, fair fruits of patience might one day cling;
Bees seem bestirred, honey for all to bring,
And birds on busy wings build nests, singing.
All Nature chills, patiently be cheery,
Why wonder I, need man be in hurry.
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Sonnets | 12.07.11 |