Nature smiled, flowers grew
The trees wore the blanket of leaves
The butterflies flitted with grace
Their colors soothing the air
The birds sang in a voice sweet
It made the earth dance in glee
And the world sparkled like stars
That the man gathered in his lap
Nature raged, storms blew
The trees shook to their very roots
The seas overflowed with rebellion
Their fury lashed the shores
The sky thundered in mad grief
It made the hearts skip a beat
And the world darkened like a hole
In which man became a ghost.
Nosheen Irfan © 2015
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There could be a third stanza in which the poet i-n-t-e-r-p-r-e-t-s her stark contrast between the sweetness of nature and her wildness, but not doing so is in itself an interpretation. It's as if you are saying THIS IS NATURE: HER EXTREMES ARE HER NATURE. But you wisely allow the reader to actually make that conclusion. // I really like the last lines of each section where you show a human being's reaction to each extreme of nature. In the first the human and the stars exist harmoniously on the same scale, but in the second we are ghosts, reduced to a fearful existence or even killed. What a contrast! We either play with stars or are destroyed by storms.
And the world sparkled like stars That the man gathered in his lap....................the only way i can imagine the world sparkling is if the sunlight ...........................................was/were reflecting off of snow or ice or water............or an open pit diamond mine. if i were the man, i'd be careful to only hold burned-out stars in my lap! ! ! and they might be quite heavy. i'd rather have a couple of gals in/on my lap [lightweight ones, please]. the last couple of lines are a bit mysterious. i usually like things spelled out more/better for me. i AM kind of stupid. :) : ( bri
The twin side of Nature is beautifully depicted..... a benevolent face and its malevolent side! She is so erratic that she can turn from a protective mother to a shrieking banshee in no time. Another great write!
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Nature adorns her environments with beautiful flowers, green foliages, attractive butterflies with sweet chirping of birds, burble sounds of fountains under the twinkle stars. She often rages storm which makes trees shake, sea overflows and brings thunder. Dear Nosheen madam, you have so nicely observed and inscribed the creative and destructive sight of Nature astutely and touchingly. Beautiful poem. Great write.