The Woods Are Asleep. - Poem by PRIYANKA BHANDARKAR
HEAR the silence of the Woods that are asleep.
Holy intellectuals that are those idlers.
to the shadow of time that follows.falls
the dearest of my possession that are uncontrolled.
to the honors of Environment that pays thou.
to become and being the Green fervor.also brown.
ways of Animals that makes them happy.
a conception of emotions that proceed.sympathy.
to help themselves to themselves.away danger.
an honest opinion at thy reflections.Woods.
let the inside, outside and beneath astound you.
listen! thou art above Citizenship.even the waters of Thames.
Still more the sounds of continuation.bubbles.
the touched passion of Gods.manly revolts.
filling the Earth with nature smile.Broken eggs.
the response of the soul.The trees all around.
big, large and dark as I heard conversations-
of Frogs, Lions, Cotton, Pines that threaten.A Compromise.
Quiet went thy Snore.Listen to the deep Woods.
the DIN OF LIFE.GOD'S ELEGY.
AS YOU WALK the woods are asleep.
as they Whisper and Willows.To IDLE AWAY THE IDLER.
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