Nature's Call Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

In the sunlight of a winter morning
In the late moonlit night of summer
On the bank of a still lake
under a clean autumn sky
Standing on silent green hilltop
Enjoying snowcapped heads
Of mountains on the horizon
I feel myself blessed
As a son of the Nature

The sons of earth
Are not so ugly as they seem
Playing dirty games in darkness,
Perhaps they have not yet heard
The motherly call of Nature
To be a living part of it

Blessed are those
Whose faces resemble the sky
And the eyes resemble the sea
The heads those of hills
And the body the earth with fertility

They are the sons worth calling
Those who inherit the beauty
And the love for giving
In return desire to get nothing