neat is used metaphorically, here
Figuring out what's happening
Eyes all shut, mouths all shut
To know what's love and caring
She came to me, in my dreams
All I could say "Who are you, miss?"
"You past, your present, your future my child
Refer to me as the sky's bride
Here I am to tell you the worth
Of trees and hills and animals' mirth
And how avarice of mankind
Is resulting in their dearth"
"But why me, the bride of sky
I can't control wind, I can't control tide
I'm not very grateful to nature, either
What make you give me this honor?"
And with a flick of her hands, I saw this picture
Of her resolute efforts, to make this world neater
A place full of life and ebullience
A place created with calculations, not by chance
"You, my child, are one of the few
Whom we choose at random
To get our message through
Mother earth needs your help
She needs your affection, dedication
Keep your environment clean, and watch your step
Lady in Green is calling, would there be no action?"
"I'm glad you chose me sky's bride
I'll be the bringer of light
And throw the wrong-doers off their strife
And don't let an animal again, be harmed by a knife
And vanished with *poof* the goddess, so serene
Her appearance and voice, oh! so mystique
Will never forget her and the promise I made
I'd rather choose death, slow or quick
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
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Written on 2012-04-18 at 20:19
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Lady In Green
One night left alone wonderingFiguring out what's happening
Eyes all shut, mouths all shut
To know what's love and caring
She came to me, in my dreams
All I could say "Who are you, miss?"
"You past, your present, your future my child
Refer to me as the sky's bride
Here I am to tell you the worth
Of trees and hills and animals' mirth
And how avarice of mankind
Is resulting in their dearth"
"But why me, the bride of sky
I can't control wind, I can't control tide
I'm not very grateful to nature, either
What make you give me this honor?"
And with a flick of her hands, I saw this picture
Of her resolute efforts, to make this world neater
A place full of life and ebullience
A place created with calculations, not by chance
"You, my child, are one of the few
Whom we choose at random
To get our message through
Mother earth needs your help
She needs your affection, dedication
Keep your environment clean, and watch your step
Lady in Green is calling, would there be no action?"
"I'm glad you chose me sky's bride
I'll be the bringer of light
And throw the wrong-doers off their strife
And don't let an animal again, be harmed by a knife
And vanished with *poof* the goddess, so serene
Her appearance and voice, oh! so mystique
Will never forget her and the promise I made
I'd rather choose death, slow or quick
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
Read 533 times
Written on 2012-04-18 at 20:19
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