TO TALK ABOUT NATURE..

The green land and the blue sky, the brown muddy land and the black sky, to see the temple of red in the fields of florescent, the river to revel the long hidden history & the rocks to say the years of hard strokes..
The buffalos to ask the birds to sit, the birds to fly in rhythm…
The skies to shower the shades of rain, the rain to tell the farmer of prosperity…
The children running into the fields and the boats rowing in river, bridges like crowns shores like the robe….
Trees of green showing the shades of nature, the shades green, shades of prosperity..
‘Pital’ tumbler to water the thirst & the cool breeze to spread the fragrance of fruits n the flavors.. and the yellow flowers & the pink flowers..
The yellow & green auto under the huge mango tree..the swing to fly high & touch the sky..
The railway track to tell the destiny.. the quiet stones n the bushes…
The children and the kites… they wave to tell you bye..
The fisherman & the pond, the children’s jump… the smiles n splashes…
Mud telling the origin & the mud houses about mothers..
The hues of nature the natural ambiance of paradise..
The pathways of red sand through the fields reach the village..
Eyes keep wide open to witness the starched torso of the rice fields..
Swings hanged by the branches as the arm of father…the children swing and laugh & giggle & play around…
the pain of the beauty or the mother or the father,,, its nature’s pain..
the dried river and the yellow tress.. the shattered mothers n the crying children …
the sun high and the heat to dry… the sheeps to cry n the farmer to die…
the beauty to scare ..
the call to monsoon by the birds and the clouds…
clouds roaring loud
& the rain falls & cries.. the tress hug & the rives kiss…
The wind dances.. the birds sing….
The endless description of nature… truly said mother nature…