Singing Of Nature Poem by Pijush Biswas

I know where's Nature's manifestation
Lark in the deep Nature is fit,
Silence or brawl in bossom may be on
And prettier than lamp be lit.

First the morning sun doth take better role
Comeing silently on meadow
Like a guardian to protest the foul
Which lived night thro', high or low.

Then the shouts of men with bird's twittering
Engulf airy trumpets, appear;
Day doth seem to be short and must not sting
Until busiest part of Earth's fair,

Or down the hunger be. I am raptured!
I glee upon the sun and men,
I glee upon the crimson light and bird,
Let me sing of this which's often.





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11/12/2016