Dead Societies In Lively Nature

Winter is to the trees The season of much sufferings in chill Cold north wind blows To fall down the degrees in the scale, Leaves fall gradually To make the thick dead beds under, Then hawks the cold thunder All the season round, Trees wait for long and long Till comes the spring, But humans live here in dead societies With all the arrangements To make much pleasure Throughout the winter happily Eating, chatting, gossiping, gathering Walking, wanton loving, cohabiting No thought, no God in their heart Life is nothing but enjoyment; Mist, fog and snow cover The standing naked trees, Birds being frightened flee from the dead land And go to the land of spring to sing for life Where lively wind from all directions blows To wake the dead bodies In new lives with soft touch Of new leaves, new flowers and new fruits, Birds, butterflies, bees fly Around the flowers under the colorful sky, Tender grasses grow By the spring of new flow, Herd of gazelles grazes Heart of nature flashes, Contemplations rising spring In enchanting sphere of beautiful sights; In running nature Winter and spring go side by side, In stagnant societies No such changes in humans can be found. Muzahidul Reza © Copyright