Nature, you are an impressionist
Your mind is fathomless...
As we see your butterfly and peacock
Our minds are transported into insanity of joy
And then you show before our eyes
A scorpion and a vulture!
We are silenced for a while with just a glance.
You ever enjoy making a rift later and later! !
Nature, you are a demolisher too.
Nature, you are a crafty imperialist
Your sword is drawn against the hapless...
In the piles of greenery and vegetation
Your serpents hide and search for our toes.
The breeze and the storm are your gimmicks
The rose and the mushroom are your identities!
We are reminded of the Ice Age and the Plague
Even as the silent eulogies are sung in your glory,
Nature, you are a courtier in the palace of the selfish.
We shudder and we suspect you
When the floods kill our brethren
Who have ever gone to see your graces!
Hymns have been hovering over the books
Written for a bowl of life and fame.
Our mothers once stood pointing their fingers
Across the horizons of sky and its red blue charms
And they told us tales filled with fancy and flavour.....
Nature, what are you?
M.D Dinesh Nair
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-what-are-you/
