O hill the earth's aesthetic breast,
Which feed us fresh fruits and water;
Gives us lots of energy and shelter
Where variety creature takes rest.
O really! She's life of other life
Variety tree creeper grows around she
Various colours' flowers can be see
And my village where I do live.
O, Almighty God! I dare pray to thee:
Let her fall streams and be fruitful
Let her continue a life of other life be,
And let her forest be more colourful;
O, let mother nature also care she
And makes my village more beautiful.
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Seeing the hill as the breast of earth........ this is marvelous imagination my dear poet. loved this poem very much. O, let mother nature also care she And makes my village more beautiful..thank u for your poetic mind.. tony
I appreciated....thank you Dr. for your time and kind feedback on such poem poem....!