The Evergreen

     

The evergreen young lady,  the ‘Nature’,

In her young-looking age, she did  cheer.

At very early dawn, she left her soft bed

Rubbing the eyes  and scratching the head.

 After a dip in the morning’s drizzling drops,

 Her stunning blue sky- sari, she wore.

The Divine Mark of rainbow, she adorned,

With its many-hue on her forehead.

She lit the lamp of sacred nature

And kept in the east to see its stature.

Awakened she, her offspring, all

And them she launched for routine’s call.

 And the wicks of lamp she lit in east

 Did she pull to provide more light.

 And so can one sense the things very bright

And plan his acts, adding his insight.

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 Swift she moved to the wind-fan’s board

And the fan for the cool, on she switched.                         

Wind very burly blew on surroundings

Holding in its wings the light-weight things.

 There banged the ensemble, the thunder

 Lightning added too its luster.

Birds chirped, peacock danced

And Linnet, a covert tune, crooned   

The hair of the lady, the flora’s leaves

Swam and swayed from right to left.

Nature’s own lover the time- master

Bestowed without fail on her, his care.

Hap we definitely own in  plenty,

As, her aid a lot, on us, she places.

 Entices us she in a great deal

And her splendor should never go dull.

Let not anyone destroy her sanctity

And let, hang around, everyone her serenity.  

Uphold her valor vigorous, to have her yonder.

Pray and prostrate before the God to have her for ever.

Sarala.

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