THE DANCE OF NATURE

     
  








 

                 










                                                                            I

                                             A sudden change in sky-scape blue
                                             Sleek chains of pearls with mercurial glow
                                             A loud shudder of unbounded throb
                                             A frenzied gush of blowing wind
                                             Shaking each leaf with brushing sweep;
                                             The earth's response too keen to see;
                                             Hot sighs of close communion sweet
                                             Rise from Her parched dust-brown lips;
                                             Plants like fresh-bathed kids swing and cheer
                                             The pattering drops pure, crystal-clear;
                                             Trees waving their fan-like foliage free
                                             Grass swells emerald-green with pearl-decked showers;
                                             Each bloom imbibes a glittering charm.



                 

             

            








                                                                          
                                                                     II

                                             A festive dance of earth and sky
                                             So free, so cool, emotive sharing bliss;
                                             And we in civilized fetters fret
                                             Uncaring of this unbridled joy;
                                             We sit unmoved like lifeless tools 
                                             Buried in thoughts and devilish strife
                                             Unresponsive to this spontaneous thrill
                                             A lyric of Nature's omniscient skill;
                                             Oh, let me be free like rain, wind or stream!
                           Not posing like cute cultured dolls; we should be what we seem.

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                  16th May, 2015                                              Somaseshu Gutala