My Plants Tell Them All
As I walk into the Sun,
See the faint silhouette image,
Bright shiny and colorful,
The properties like and unlike;
The rays emanating contained,
The nuisances too mirage,
Will it or won't it?
The matter stuck for life;
As my green plants show,
The shrunk and the wilt,
The browner, I wonder, how?
Not that they plan to cover,
The part or the whole of it.
Guess it, that we uncover,
The lest the matter stood,
In anticipation of a hood,
The sparks the blue and green,
My plants shall become sheen.
The birds may fly wither;
The veritas might just unfold,
The veracity might get a fold.
For the love of my plants,
I keep the sky open;
And they smile that lasts,
Clear as water, and no mean,
The words just flutter,
The conscience may clutter,
For the life not to butter,
Might the sky get a shutter?
Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar
poem by Sanjeev Kumar
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