THE NATURE

The nature unveils her beauty

By blooming a thousand buds

In effervescent colour

Spreading fragrance everywhere.

The scent offers all intoxication.

The birds in ecstasy to sing

Songs of unheard rhythm

And in pretty rhymes.

The morning sun is bright

Beaming through brushwood

Of feral flora in merriment

Spraying warmth to all

The seven colours spread

By the kiss of daylight

Over the dew drops, dancing

At the leaf tips in plenty

Resembles the pretty starry night.

The eastern sky is like

A work of art, the masterpiece

Yet to be painted in colours

Unable to mix up

By the silly painter as myself

But she, the pretty lady nature

Paints it by her own imagination

Beyond my spirit and skill

Pleased all for it is painted for us

But to me all these beauty is naught

For you are here in my heart.

Seeing thy romantic eyes

Compose the spring envy

For the beauty of thy love

Outshines the whole splendor

Of the creation of the nature.

She is jealous over thy pretty eyes

As it wins all the romance of spring.

She is still envy on you

Trying to drag me to her marvel

Stroking with the breeze

All over me in lust;

Whispering romance in my ears

But thy lovely music in memory

Is enough for my aching heart

Nonetheless you are away from me!

Although you repudiate me!