While it rained outside, My ideas worked inside, My feelings I could not hide, Here I gladly provide, In favor of Nature I decide, As Angels ever preside, By being at Nature's side.
Miss not things that are funny
Of course, money is important
Holding it is really excellent
Still small joys you can win
Without money coming in
A look at that round moon
Is not this a great boon?
Thanking that mighty Sun
This is true joy dear son
How cool is this nice breeze!
Stop and thank it please
The Earth bears the burden
Its job is always well-done
Water is a holy product
Which man can't induct
Flower looks so beautiful
Feeling never at all dull
Sky produces helpful rain
Who can feel its real pain?
Stars and clouds ever play
Hide and seek every day
Fragrance is to us a gift
Our mood it does lift
Food stuff that we eat
Gladly do dying feat
Each and everything
Is for others working
O- Man- But you manage
To cause maximum damage
You call it great leadership
By giving others hardship
You stash very huge wealth
Destroying Nature's health
You invent to destroy
Your actions annoy
You gladly murder
By working harder
You love to hate
Sorrow you create.
M V VENKATARAMAN
Poetry by mvvenkataraman
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Written on 2010-12-07 at 17:12
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Gift of Nature and Man's Torture
For the sake of earning moneyMiss not things that are funny
Of course, money is important
Holding it is really excellent
Still small joys you can win
Without money coming in
A look at that round moon
Is not this a great boon?
Thanking that mighty Sun
This is true joy dear son
How cool is this nice breeze!
Stop and thank it please
The Earth bears the burden
Its job is always well-done
Water is a holy product
Which man can't induct
Flower looks so beautiful
Feeling never at all dull
Sky produces helpful rain
Who can feel its real pain?
Stars and clouds ever play
Hide and seek every day
Fragrance is to us a gift
Our mood it does lift
Food stuff that we eat
Gladly do dying feat
Each and everything
Is for others working
O- Man- But you manage
To cause maximum damage
You call it great leadership
By giving others hardship
You stash very huge wealth
Destroying Nature's health
You invent to destroy
Your actions annoy
You gladly murder
By working harder
You love to hate
Sorrow you create.
M V VENKATARAMAN
Poetry by mvvenkataraman
Read 968 times
Written on 2010-12-07 at 17:12
Tags God Nature Man
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