By: C.P. Singh, Editor-ICN Group
See the brightness of sun or coolness of moon,
Drying fruits, indicating time, flowers’ bloom.
Persistent leaves, gradually or even falling soon,
All these and much more is provided to us as boon.
Water current, as life- line, in the rivers’ flow,
Or it’s pinching- scarcity in the deserts’ show.
High –sand –moulds, gradually, in the wind blow,
Various scanty even saline land patches do grow.
Clouding heavy rains or even a bright sunny time,
Shivering winter, swatting summer or a good time.
Famine conditions or even grave flood- time,
Are versatile provisions for us as nature’s rhyme.
A small seed grows into a big precious tree,
Chantingly it grows, with nature when free.
Fruits, air, shadow, wood, medicines all free,
And again, we get seeds, as a natural cycle- spree.
Every thing in this world is unique & strange,
Beginning from low sand up to sky- range.
All these appear to be more and more strange,
As and when we reach their viewing range.
No doubt, we perceive only a little part of it,
Which we ever feel to be a strange- filled –kit.
How strange and beautiful, it’s producer will be?
We can not even imagine or think of it.
