Pure Poem by K B Manchanda

In search of myself
Halted at pastures so serene
Nature keeps on creatin
such beautiful scenes
which make me spellbound and statuesque

Lost in splendor
I hope I am never be found
by the world

Snow cladded mountain
highly stood
teaches to preserve
my selfhood

Snow on its top says
when your head is hot
with anger, cool stay
Glacial melts suggest
let your worries melt

The lake on foothill suggest
for a while stagnant be
let your shortcomings
and impurities settle below

Be like my water so pure
to satiate the quench
of thristy on my shore

Tha lively meadow
sheep graze
shephard plays
on his flute a love song
supplimented bravura
of the running stream

I look at the sky and smile
Thou preach lessons so silently
Though you know the human race
A mix of deaf, dumb and blind

They listen to that sound of trumpets
which suits their interests
Humanity does not matters.....

To be a cynosure
carry thoughts that are pure