The Ways Of Nature
A Aniruddha Pathak
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Time, nature's busy work-smith,
Ticking at a steady gong
That patiently works for long—
Quiet, unseen, underneath,
Changing what-has-been along—
Say, from a green mulberry leaf
To a gown silky red,
Serene, by patient-time led,
Moments still never arise
That would need a compromise.
I bow to thy ways, O Nature
And salute to thy tall stature.
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Reflections |09.08.2020|
Topic: nature, time
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