Taking up my drawing board, seeking solace in painting what’s broad. Thinking of the most beautiful colors, seeing the world around in its splendour.
The sun peeping through the trees watched the river sing happily The wind got motivated; got it bands ready The dry leaves at the
Nature protects the best, Was a phrase born in West, When a tumbleweed became a shield, For a man outdrawn in the field.
No, I don’t want to die forlorn, but in love And privileged, in arms of my beloved sky that is blue. Together, fostering my
Wake me not up from my grief; For i dine with my fears, I dine with nature. Tomorrow speaks uncertainty; For today’s carelessness, I
I am nature, I believe in equality, not segregation On the basis of caste, creed, Colour of skin and religion I have no
Right from the cradle they told me tales of nature and what is natural: the ocean, the moon and the sun. Love too is
Beautiful beyond beauty; the exquisite beauty of nature, Restless yet lonely, I scurried off to my garden. My garden, the eyes of the spring.
It was the God of Creation That perfectly made the creatures It was the abundant rain and showers That actually gave a smile to
Time is too slow for those who wait, Too long for those who grief, Too short for those who rejoice, But for those who