If much of our life's laid to humdrum world,
To waste are rendered when simplest of joys,
What matters not be when nature's rare poise,
Innocent, pure pleasures pass by unfurled—
Beauty of dawns, dusks, daises decked in dew,
Hills and dales crying for our company,
A gentle cool breeze not getting her due,
Goes unheralded when birds' symphony,
Sea baring breasts to embrace silver moon,
The raw passion of a rising river,
Clouds playing with stars, joy to deliver,
Seasons when change, sun at cool wintry noon.
Yet man, at home with humdrum, life's leisures,
Blind tends to be to nature's pure pleasures. __________________________________________________
Sonnets | 05.04.04 |
Due to many anxieties peoples can't enjoy the beauty of the nature like the serene beauty of dawn and dusk, gentle cool breeze, birds' symphony, silver moon and playing stars etc.. They feel their homes as humdrum. A great write.10
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Thank you Mr Kumaramani, yes, the true joy of life comes from small, trivial thrills.