Mother Nature

By Rathod Hetalba Vijayrajsinh (Janakba)

When sunlight paints the grass,

Like Vintage Vine falling into a glass;

Forcing flowers to fragrance,

And flying feathers to migrate;

When the saffron meets blue,

The watery waves sprinkle it’s hue;

Something suspicious in the view,

Where each eve wears colour new;

The way dry leaves cover the soil,

Similarly, a shroud shelters a mortal coil !

Even though thy thorns are thick,

I know thou must made it with wit;

Music of thee has melodious tunes,

Making me forget all my misfortunes !

Thy sky is pure and wide,

While cumulus clouds cover thou with pride;

From the slowest snail to the poisonous snake,

All thee have in thy fame !

Thy beauty is purely amazing,

Making each one surely gazing !

(Note: Dear Ma’am /Sir , Please note that I have taken part in another competition where I have registered this poetry, but yet I don’t have results in my hand. Therefore I am giving this one again and moreover I find this poetry amazingly written. Therefore I am giving it again. Now it’s up to you whether you want it or not to be published cause I don’t want to do any unethical as the rules say I can’t give any literary work that is already given or published  ! )

Thank You ! 

By Rathod Hetalba Vijayrajsinh (Janakba)