A LITTLE BIRD
A little bird said to me,”O pitiless man!
Unnecessarily you cause me pain,
In any tree when I make my nest
To feed my fledglings and take a rest,
Though the nest of mine you see,
Still you fell down the tree.
O How cruel it is of you!
What then if the same is done to you?
Where will you and your family go ?
Like my family you all will suffer, do you know?
I am weak , I can’t harm anyone.
Whosoever harms me , will be harmed
By my creator, Who's the only one .
The sun
The sun is very big gaseous ball
A gift the creator , for us all .
It is a little sign of the creator’s might.
For our survival, it gives us heat and light.
No living being can survive at all
Without this hot gaseous ball.
But in summer it’s too hot to bear
Cotton clothes we have to wear.
We take cold drinks, have a bath and sit near the Cooling fans.
Still all these efforts are in vain until it rains.
But our crops grow with the help of its light and heat.
Ah ! We have fruits, vegetables, maize and wheat.
O FLOWERS! YOU ARE ALL BRIGHT
O flowers ! You are all bright though your colour varies
Ah ! Your redolence and alluring dance in the breeze.
Seeing you, the Singing birds, joyfully begin to sing.
Ah ! Their sweet voice from sleep wakes up every human being.
You adorn meadows,gardens and parks
Ah ! Gazing at you we get rid of all the stress .
Like a bride, you adorn the mother Earth
In the hot summer sun, it would be unpleasant to live if there were your dearth.
Be it a weeding, farewell or any other ceremony.
Ah ! The garlands made of you, hung there add to its beauty.
When beneath the Earth, there is anyone’s beloved or lover.
You are put on their soil for honour.
