Nature Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Nature



Why is it so mysterious
So scenic and landscapic
With the horizons lurking
And mixing somewhere at a distance?
Who the Maker of scenes and sights,
The woods, hills, trees and rocks,
Marshes and hilly terrains,
Valleys, rivers, fields and fallows?

Sunday, November 8, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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