How fast thou move with the sound, ye brook, I find;
No boat, no dive, yet, you are so beautiful, I drank,
Thy sight, a throat full opiate; I went to swoon,
A nature's painting! Lovely Curios; I will be back soon,
In the lap of high mountains and with curly dense proud wood,
With its fragrance; nose, ears, eyes and mind swooshed,
With the heavenly chorus in the silence of their commotion,
Sun slowly slid down; rolled, in the mountain slop with hood.
A little far there's the Himalaya with shroud; stood, the snow,
Melts into the life that leaps shallowly unto plain, I know,
Pure and chaste, grief, worries, agony all they wash and
Moves towards plain being serious and deep, hand to hand.
With the nature's color, willing to be painted and shine,
Life; yet to know! recklessly and delicately, Is it really mine?
There Is always so much beauty to be found and written about in nature. Nice write Atfab.
As poets we have to paint pictures with words and you have done so brilliantly with this poem.
this about the unity and harmony with the mother nature so beautiful with purity of heart thanks to share Aftab
Thanks for taking me on a memorable journey. I give you a perfect ten.
nice to read each and every lines......really touching
Thank you! Filled with the nature's beauty, so much that came to be part of your painting. Please wave a hi to the cloud over that peak, it's part of me...
Go on painting...! ! ! You kept on painting a fine picture with the perfect lexical choice, right word at the right place made this painting...even the sounds and movements of the brook are felt...one can visualize the scene by the strong word-images! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A picturesque scene from the heights down to the plains! ! A Lovely panorama of Nature at the time of a beautiful sunset! Enjoyed! !