Eight Hundred Leaves Of A Shrub - Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul
Arriving evening mumbles to mind,
You see dear poet, paddy field is kind.
Green scene is adoring beauty of mountain,
Behind that water is sprinkled by fountain.
Nearby in shrubbery is smiling green shrub,
Green grasses have joined in nature's club.
Weather is sleeping, birds are taking rest,
To hear new stories sky has opened chest.
Each leaf of this shrub in field is singing,
Every leaf is written by emotion is ringing.
Eight hundred leaves of shrub are telling,
We are dwelling in garden we are feeling.
Readers have arrived poets are reciting,
In this garden of God eternity is citing.
Commenting on each leaf poets do review,
Eight hundred leaves are now in single view.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,28 March 2017. All rights reserved.
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