so much is the sound that is so soft
to the ear it hears melodious
all these music makers
and their machines
keeping them and us
enlightened and toast
apart from us
the nature has music
too
I call it the earth-sounds.
a song sung
a song is not a noise
just music inside
this sound that goes
across the miles
hitting our brains
and our hearts
melodious it sounds
I wish I could catch
but it’s just heard
bottle
a bottle is so helpful
helps me to fill water
and carry long and far
and bottles I have many
some of steel
some of glass
some made of plastic material
I even fill milk
and juice of my favourite fruits
and take sip and sip
feel the gut being filled
Glass
glass is so beautiful
made with the sand
can be given different colours
by varying it’s main
it can be made from the sand
by heating in temperatures high
and then it becomes our windows
and get’s attached to the door
and it feel like yada yada
child days
when I was a child
it was all blue and green
no days to count
no numbers in the memory
it was all just play and sleep
down here and up somewhere
and every time it seemed
to last all the time
such were the days
of the child
Yellow Trees
A tree has a brown trunk
And it’s leaves green
It gives fruits at times
The ones we sell and seek
Grow more and more
Outnumber their roar
The sweet whisper
of the walking winds
the air so invisible
the air is so fresh outside
early in the morning
one should go out
take a walk barefoot
upon the open grass
Sweet song
The birds sing in the morning
How sweet the sound it seems
Roam the sky they
Fly across
To the eyes
Giving pleasure
Unbound
seek and hide
I looked at the moon
asked
where did you go that day
said it, was still there
e
not I could see
who ate away this bit of you?
and is eating everyday!
I have been here
all alone
non could touch me
or eat and swallow
Hurry Question
I see plastic
And I see it’s bags
If it’s bad
Why do we still use that
Because
On a long enough time line
Everything turns to pass
