How Doth She Stimulate Thy Senses? Poem by Abhisumat Singh

Every day, everywhere, thou ken the
beauty of nature, but, hast Thou ever
stoppeth ere her, hast Thou ever
admired her glittering
sheen- Non! Thou hastn't.

Hark to the nature's divine hollo
on which, dozens of minstrelsies
hath attributed their voices, and millions
of flyers hath spread and waved
their wings.

Gaze the way, nature seduces
thou with her vibrant colours;
and hypnotises with her deep sorcery, to
make Thou, her apprentice.

Feel the environment, woven by her to
comfort Thou and make it look
like a house of thine. Sense her
desperateness to make her,
thy second mother.

Smell the richness of her variety that
she hath put ahead of Thou, to let
you take thy part and let the others have their.

Gust her inevitable love, in those
million petite ways she offers Thou,
with the sense of selflessness.

She's most wonderous. Thou doth inculcate her
beauty, not by plucking her petals,
crushing her sepals, but just by
admiring her. That's why she amazes
us so much.

And that's how she stimulates our senses,
and gives hope - AMOUR STILL EXISTS!