Nature is Human.
Forgetting my sleepless night,
I got up from my couch
To watch the patches of morning clouds,
Looking pale and perturbed
Like the inmates of a burgled house.
The morning Sun was still in a holiday mood;
The earth whitened for a while
By the falling flakes of snow,
Was a cosmic congregation of priests and nuns.
Some where at a distance,
A part of the earth charred in the grip
Of a wild villainous fire,was all in black
Raising a racial issue.
The green fields in between,
The floral fiesta around,
The stalwart plantation here and there
As thickets and tall trees dense and stretchy,
The oceanic fancy crying for a pattern,
Were all but a fair show of the free spirit.
The colours of mankind inbuilt and acquired,
Do belong here, as unique attributes of nature.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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