As the day comes, night’s slain So does the sun when it rains For every soul that lives comes death Shoved in a six-feet
The sight of the moon often leaves me breathless, It’s beautiful in its own unique way, Because such beauty leaves me feeling hopeless, As
Alas !, the man is here, living changer of humans. Animals shudder over there Dearth and draught are the horns African winter looming I
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