Insight-II

PART II

Nothing can confuse this stern law
Beauty inherits not , a single flaw .
A blade of grass in the wilderness
vanquishes the poet's weariness .

The man whose love for nature claims
His ears are blessed with loft refrains .
He does not say Rose ,the flower
Is more beautiful than the rainy shower.

The lillies refuse to surpass or tease
The wild grass who stands drawfted beneath.
The jasmines chaste fragrance reach
And mingles with the silent pinewood peace .

The rhythm the bee has in its hum
Abates the dignity of the distant drums.
The humble woods offer their laden fruits
rippened by the songs of the shepards lute.

The solitary mountains tranquil look
Nourishes the rivers, streams and brook.
Reproach not the vagabond's slothful game
Or you'll erase forever simplicity's name.

Who knows why he loves to roam
and be entertained by the seaside milky white foam.
Has the sky not set its crimson dome
so the vagabond's comfort could be his home.

Does'nt the dewdrops of the morning sky
often drip from the orphan's eye.
Hands in his pockets he goes to meet
someone kind there in the streets .

while the garderner waters the flower beds
the mountain's shadows softly spreads
only to let us know it dwells
Like silence in a charming shell.


PS: Felt the need to be rhymey - dimmey...part 3 of this poem tommorow.