Much of our life is laid to mundane world, <br />We render when to waste our simplest joys, <br />It matters when naught nature’s peaceful poise, <br />Purest of pleasures when remain unfurled; <br />Beauty of dawns, dusks, daises decked in dew, <br />Hills and dales crying for our company, <br />A gentle cool breeze not getting her due, <br />Goes unheralded when birds’ symphony; <br />Sea baring breasts to embrace silver moon, <br />The raw passion of a rising river, <br />Clouds playing with stars, joy to deliver, <br />Seasons in change, sun in cool wintry noon. <br /> <br />Yet man, inclined to humdrum life’s dreary leisures, <br />Blind tends to nature’s bounties, to boons and pleasures. <br />_______________________________________________________ <br /> - Sonnets | 05.04.04 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-s-bounties-all-her-boons/
