On the way of incarnations,
Just like a innovations
Nature and me are gamblings
Early Dawn, before the sun rises,
Stars are twinkling at a dark night,
Season with anticlimax as thunder rain'slight,
Giving rises to clear sky
Next day just on the same way,
Admonish the generation at perfection,
with phenomenon of having peace in heaven,
In a satire society
On the way to manifesto of century,
With a fantasying dream,
Nature is on the way,
Each hours, minutes and second,
time use us as celebration of thought,
In this society of aristocracy,
On the ways.........
Nature is on the way, Each hours, minutes and second, a good poem with varied ideas dear poet. thank you. tony
Thank you Dr Tony Brahmin I am always thankful to you for your kind information and suggestion regarding the poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem