Tuesday 4 September 2012

GREEN, THE LIVING SENSATION


It drizzles,
Rusty clouds in the blue,
Raindrops talk from inside,
They stop, again fall after a gap,
Distinct September,
Weather counts spin
Over change of a season
Upon the earth.

Paddy crops planted
Thieved in green to green web,
Saplings are swinging in wind,
To grow in fulfillment,
And it is dream to farmers,
A favored bet for returns,
Green is sweet to all population,
Giving protection to living sensation.

5 comments:

  1. AMAZING! I enjoyed taking the journey with you in this poem! again AMAZING!

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  2. Exceptional, dear friend, in both concept and construction. I have long held we are co-existent with all life. I believe we feel the green and the green can feel our lives as well.

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  3. very good sir. your pen is camera, words are flash and we got the photo......!!!

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