Nature"s Gift:
Brushing the shoulders one another,
on the river banks of Cauvery river,
lies the Garden of Plantain Trees,
basking in Sun Llight and beckoning,
the river waters an breezy air.
Fluttering and Producing tumultuous music,
the plantain leaves bestows only,
lung activating fresh air and fresh air,
the small, the dwarf. the medium and tallest,
sizes produce only scattered greeney.
The cocoon typed flowers,producing their beautious existence,
bearing the God given nector,
beckons the bees to have their field day,
to drink the nector as much as they can.
The sweety fruits of plantain in thir youngish look,
along with their half ripen yellow fellow beings,
droop down to the earth,
only to remind-the more we bear the more we have.
All of them have only one motto in life,
to serve the humanity wit fruits and leaves.
How did we grow? the question asked repeatedly?
but the tired and the weary farmer knows the answer.
Are we the result of sweat bearing hard work,
Yeh! Yeh!-the answering goes.
Hearing always the tumultuous music of river cauvery,
and enjoying the breezy atmosphere.
Can we call ourselves-as Natures"Gift?
By hanquill-Pammal hari
Brushing the shoulders one another,
on the river banks of Cauvery river,
lies the Garden of Plantain Trees,
basking in Sun Llight and beckoning,
the river waters an breezy air.
Fluttering and Producing tumultuous music,
the plantain leaves bestows only,
lung activating fresh air and fresh air,
the small, the dwarf. the medium and tallest,
sizes produce only scattered greeney.
The cocoon typed flowers,producing their beautious existence,
bearing the God given nector,
beckons the bees to have their field day,
to drink the nector as much as they can.
The sweety fruits of plantain in thir youngish look,
along with their half ripen yellow fellow beings,
droop down to the earth,
only to remind-the more we bear the more we have.
All of them have only one motto in life,
to serve the humanity wit fruits and leaves.
How did we grow? the question asked repeatedly?
but the tired and the weary farmer knows the answer.
Are we the result of sweat bearing hard work,
Yeh! Yeh!-the answering goes.
Hearing always the tumultuous music of river cauvery,
and enjoying the breezy atmosphere.
Can we call ourselves-as Natures"Gift?
By hanquill-Pammal hari