O Nature! your ocular beauty,
Fills my heart with sheer bliss.
Your glowing drops of dew on grass,
With cool breeze sweep my sorrows, at last.

O Nature! you benevolent host,
Your Omens show me the path to flow,
Your Sparrows’ hopping,
And your pigeons’ cooing ,
Give me the symphony
In the morning cold.

O Nature! You Enchanting soul,
You turn my thoughts,
From dissapointment to Hope.
Your aroma of wet earth,
Superseding my agony,
Give me the courage,
In the pursuit of divine soul.

© 2015 Piyush Singh

Twenty Something Edition 1