Nature - Poem by Poornima Kanasen
Its’ definition is profound,
Is it because of its vastness?
Indeed, it is impenetrable,
Perhaps, its presence is a doubt in a doubt,
A meaning for it is impossible,
Such greatness lies in its originality,
So perfect, Lord crafted,
The sea, the sky and the earth,
Living entities it bears,
Yet, can’t be elucidated…
Because it is simply inexplicable,
It creates the amicability for us,
For our survival, for our essential,
Interdependent, we are…
But, what is nature?
How can you tell for sure?
It conquers almost anything and everything,
The master of all lives, should be addressed,
Pleasure and agony it entrusts us, without whistled for,
Difficult to be comprehended nor understood,
Aforesaid, incomprehensible it is…
Nature remains unfold, Nature remains itself.
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