Sarda Mohan Poems
|2.||Those Little Hands||4/24/2007|
|6.||Nature And You||4/25/2007|
|8.||Sweet Little Me||4/23/2007|
|9.||Snail Pace Pays||4/25/2007|
|10.||Happiness In Green||4/25/2007|
|13.||Are You Here?||6/16/2011|
|15.||There They Go||6/16/2011|
|18.||To Papa With Love||6/16/2011|
|23.||My Little Christmas||4/23/2007|
|24.||Is'Nt It Proud?||4/25/2007|
|25.||My Life - Yours Too||4/23/2007|
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My Life - Yours Too
Me you call Nature’s wonder
When a cascade or a spring slender
Me as a mighty ocean you can see
As morning dew, I can always be.
I come running down from miles afar
Giggling, dancing all the way
Glittering like a diamond or a star
For which is enough, a little sun ray.
I’m the chief in the family of Nature
A friend of the trees, soil and every creature
But from your houses, fields and mills, into me flow
Wastes that have made my quality low.
When on me, oil you spill, I remain mute,
Unable to tell you – Do not pollute
You play holi on me –...
The autumn wind blew noisily
Over the big, strong tree
The dancing leaf let go its hold
It wanted to see the sea
Down it came sailing thro’the wind
And landed on the river
That ran beneath the big, strong tree.
The leaf was filled with glee