Wow! What a magical perception we have,
Watching the beauty of this running,
We feel wonder behind each shadow,
Perhaps a competition is going on,
Many players have participated
Starting from grass to trees,
A traveler can notice it very well.
This bus is running ahead
And trees, grass and mountains
All are running in diverse direction,
Through the windows of bus
We see grey soil holding emotion,
Earth is painting in glass canvas.
A tall tree shaking its all leaves
It is not only running but also
It is dancing in chest of the sky,
Morning's light is giving gentle touch.
Who will be victorious? All are asking,
Time will give judgement soon,
But this bus journey is not stopped,
If bus will wait for a while
We shall see tournament of nature.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,05 February 2019. All rights reserved.
Like you I also like to have bus journey. This lovely poem is reflection of your natural thought. This wonders mind.
Another stand-out photo and poem. Imaginative and surrealist regarding the feelings which you could well have on a bus trip.
is bus really ruining or is it running? ;) i would write shaking all its leaves i like tournament of nature. are the plants seeing which can grow the fastest? or are you imagining they are moving when it is actually the bus moving? interesting write. bri (:
Morning's light! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This bus is running ahead And trees, grass and mountains All are running in diverse direction.. A thing which we see everyday. from that you are able to write a big poem. lovely. thank u dear Kumaramani. tony