I sing with nature's smiles,
When my eyes do compass become,
With no tunes costumed wearisome,
With beauty and a lot to beguile.
When seasons worn out in counting days,
Shall there be a lot wandering eyes,
With beauty; the truth and all; lies,
Or with stars dreaming when mother moon stays.
When lips forget all sounds,
With days; calm, when summer's red,
My thoughts get my eyes heaved,
With thickets blooming beauty; profound.
From nature's colors, tiny shall be my songs,
Shall ever I love it with lines growing with thoughts growing long.
Excellent poem. You have truly realized nature's impact on human mind. Every human individual sings from inside which is well realized. Excellent that you sing with nature's smiles. Beautiful ever.
with stars dreaming when mother moon stays. great work......nice
You are gifted with wonderful diction and the rendering mode has been here a splendid experience. I often wonder what makes the poets from Odisha so great and get the reply from within that your unassuming state has got plentiful of talented writers who are not spoilt by the materialistic considerations. Sahebji, you are soon to be counted as a very fine poet over the PH.
Very well composed with nice, loving words........well done.....full marks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wearimsome! That's the ways of life at times. Thaks for sharing rthis poem with us. E.K.L.