Nature,The Child
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A child plays with the toy,
Without any meaning or sense,
Nature plays with the creation,
And totally ignores our presence
The child pats the doll with love,
Or throws it by the side,
Nature keeps us on the lap,
Or rolls us away, with stride.
Doll is the means for infant-
To keep him busy in game,
Man is the puppet of nature,
To play, and throw, the same.
Why child is angry; nobody knows,
He scatters the toys on the floor,
When nature is furious-with cruel hands,
Traps the man ,and closes the door.
Next moment, the child is pleased,
Nature plays with the creation,
And totally ignores our presence
The child pats the doll with love,
Or throws it by the side,
Nature keeps us on the lap,
Or rolls us away, with stride.
Doll is the means for infant-
To keep him busy in game,
Man is the puppet of nature,
To play, and throw, the same.
Why child is angry; nobody knows,
He scatters the toys on the floor,
When nature is furious-with cruel hands,
Traps the man ,and closes the door.
Next moment, the child is pleased,
With charming smile on his lips,
Nature also reflects the rainbow,,
A solemn up-rise, a divine dip.
Nature is free to show his will,
He is neither kind, nor wild,
He is innocent, without sense,
Nature is God's infant child.
Nature and child both reflect, His Will,
An invisible power, of supreme Hands,
Call that Almighty by any Name,
Beyond definition, His existence stands.
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(C) keshavdubey
7-8-'22
keshavdubey.com
Nature is free to show his will,
He is neither kind, nor wild,
He is innocent, without sense,
Nature is God's infant child.
Nature and child both reflect, His Will,
An invisible power, of supreme Hands,
Call that Almighty by any Name,
Beyond definition, His existence stands.
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(C) keshavdubey
7-8-'22
keshavdubey.com
