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Poem- A Nature's lover

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There are moments when:

things just don't go our way
when everything is in complete disarray
there is no time for laughter or play
All we can do is, sit and pray
for the culmination of this dark day
and for everything to once again become happy and lay.

Frustration, inner conflict, grief and sorrow:
emotions we never love to borrow.
Yet in our lives, these always follow
and make each moment depressing and hollow
so hollow, that even a slight glow
remains unnoticed by our eyebrow.

But, Isn't life a song,
that does not last that long
without giving us time to think what is right or wrong
yet makes us move along 
leaving behind all the variations that throng 
our journey, making us even more mentally tough and strong.


Or is life a flower
that blossoms without looking at the hour
giving the nectar of knowledge to all who seek cover
after a tyrannous shower 
blooming to its fullest even in the darkest hour
the darkness that still has a lot of positive power
something that can be understood only by a nature's lover


Nature's lover...Can I be one!!!

or do only a select few get that privilege?
To find the answer, I needn't go for a pilgrimage
all I need to do is to take a pledge
that I shall always leverage

on the wonderful gifts that life bestows upon me
to live life to the fullest and to be free
from all the constraints that my mind puts with a fee.
To cherish each moment and to never flee
from challenges, as they and only they can make me stand tall like a tree,
braving the storms that come occasionally
and still remain a sight to behold for posterity.

So, let us forget thinking about what is wrong or amiss
or how that target, we did closely miss
instead, let us make the most of those gifts of life that promise
to make us always live in a state of euphoria and bliss!




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