Poem On Nature in English

Ruthaaashiq ko kudrat k Aashiq ne “poem on nature in english” send ki hai…Choti choti kudrat ki baate aur usse sahaj prem hum me ek alag positivity le aata hai. Pyar, mohabbat, dhoka ye sab ko chodke bhi jab ruthaaashiq ko aashiqui dikhti hai, toh lagta hai….Har aashiqui ruthe ye jaruri nahi…

Bird’s song

Every day the sun rises and shines,
Smiles upon us in the darkest of times,
Every day the flowers blossom,
Their bright face, give us new hope of making our life awesome,
The cool, morning breeze touches our faces,
Making us realize how beautiful we are, it embraces,
The birds chirp happily and sing their song,
Giving us the message that we are very strong,
It further sings it song that goes like this,
Let’s all sing together with bliss,
While walking slowly through nature’s lane,
C’mon, there’s no time to sit and complain!

And, so here’s how it goes…

“We never forget to see our life’s sadness,
But turn a blind eye on all our happiness,
Those beautiful moments that make our life worthy,
On the world, let’s show some mercy,
Let’s stop taking revenge,
Let’s refuse hatred,
Let’s make this world like heaven from hell!
Let’s be like nature who never stops its work,
Let’s get our life going on, with enthusiasm and one, last jerk!”

Morning comes with its cold beauty
The wind blows beautifully and smoothly

Creation

Have you ever looked up at the stars, embracing the warm air?
Feel the lovely sense and logged into a silence
The stars are twinkling every night and day
Hearing God’s nature, trust his way
An environment with crisis, is terrible
Night and day with tranquility must be sustainable
Vigorous lifestyle, that’s what we need
Incredible surrounding, without global warming

Rainforest should be protected
Our environment should be sheltered
No to destruction, yes to protection
Man of God, see the beauty of the horizon
Enlighten the world, without using a sword
Nature is a blessing and it must be love
Disaster, calamity that’s when we lost the unity
What we need to have our prayers and solidarity.

Reed

My flute was made of the reed,
With beautiful rhythms spreading around the town.

I walked along the bank,
Looking at your living places with gladness.

No matter how infertile you grow up,
You are still flicking near the bank.

A poet picked up one of your stems,
Making it a pen to write down his or her poems.

Words and sounds are mixing with beautiful melodies,
Echoing on the land and passing to the heaven!

Jiska connect hai na kudrat se aur emotion “poem on environment’ ke form me aaj bhi chalak rahe h, wo hi kuch zindaa hai..Baaki cement ke jungle aur insaani race me theher ke “beauty of nature poem” shayad school ki kitaab ke baad kho si gayi thi…Crowd me se iss writer ki nature poetries padhkar , aap bhi nature ke aashiq ban jaoge..

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