Fine in trip mind is adorning,
Sun is rising in East morning.
Son calls to go to farm to daddy,
Its harvest time they see paddy.
Be ready brother he calls again,
Soon let us bring may come rain.
Clouds are dancing in sky in dark,
Light shines in lap soon does spark.
While time comes life goes away,
Right path follow wise does say.
Whatever you do, do today now,
See in farm land soon grazing cow.
Birds everyday return to their nest,
Time, have you seen takes little rest?
Festival life's journey is ever new,
This secret, rarely understand few.
Be aware and do not waste at all,
Time is precious gift of father tall.
Let us adore and meditate him soon,
He will of course spread sure boon.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,18 December 2014. All rights reserved.
When hope gets natural touch, the it shines. Every person needs service and good hope helps installing values. Nice social poem is written.
While time comes life goes away, ... Sun rising in the east... Son calling you to go.... Things done at the right time culminate in rich harvest. Meditative piece.
Be aware and do not waste at all, Time is precious gift of father tall. Let us adore and meditate him soon, He will of course spread sure boon..................The precious time if lost never comes back, great poem.
picture of Chris G. Vaillancourt xGood reflective write. Nice piece 19 Dec 2014 by Chris G. Vaillancourt | Reply picture of G. Akanji Olaniyi xThat is nature, the more you try to know, the more confused you become. Thanks for writing and sharing! ! ! 19 Dec 2014 by G. Akanji Olaniyi | Reply
Life of humans is wonder going on so as You have said in your poem. Nice one to read!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
picture of Andrew Carless xwell written, mind check out my new poem please and tfs 18 Dec 2014 by Andrew Carless | Reply picture of Chris G. Vaillancourt xvery rich and flowing piece. Your lines so uniform on the page and so smooth 18 Dec 2014 by Chris G. Vaillancourt | Reply