Dec 2019
NATURE IS POETRY
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
Just to touch the thoughts of the Green
I walked far and wide in distant woodland tree,
I scaled the heights of the towering peaks -
Of mountains; but found "Nature is Poetry".
The mnemonics I deciphered from Dictionary of the Vast
The archives I did explore in Mind's holiday spree,
All longings human failed utterly at last
To discover Nature to be a Mystery.
The songs of Music poured from human hearts
In moments of mirth and agony,
But the sobbing tears of the limitless Sky
Can only create the most exalted Harmony!
The futile lines of my frailsome hands,
All attempts to give shape to a poem,
Only the Pure Sublime can pen the best
Creation's amazing surrealist Realm.
Then I wanted to paint on the canvas
The Beauty that adores you and me,
Love's fragrant blossoms forever vibrant,
Only the Zephyr could speak of it and see.
Can you ever paint the lightening vast
With fantastic colours that flicker so fast?
Can you ever bring life to the heavy downpour
Which Nature weeps from Her inmost heart?
The sweet little birds flutter their wings
In joy's uproar and Dawn's untold dewy mirth,
The highest Song of Silence writ on the chirrups
Can you fathom into it in your mortal Birth?
The infant Sun cradles through clouds with myriad hues that paint the sky,
Do you know why the Mystic Fire
Changes its shape to smaller and smaller as it rises high?
Can you ever tread to the untrod Realm
Ever pure, serene and sublime,
The uninhibited kingdom of the Omnipotent King
Where there is eternal Sunshine?
Words fail to give meaning to your rhyme
The rhythm too in the long run is lost,
All your failing attempts to sketch the Divine scheme
Soon to be crushed and fallen to the dust.
It's only to admire and be merged in His reverie
Of what you feel and see,
The whole Creation is wrapped around
By the uncaught and unsought mystery.
Bow down your head upright
With gratitude, wonder to His unrevealed History,
You and your endless generations profound
Can never complete the Art of Perfection -
As NATURE IS POETRY.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Puri. 4th Dec 2019)
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
Just to touch the thoughts of the Green
I walked far and wide in distant woodland tree,
I scaled the heights of the towering peaks -
Of mountains; but found "Nature is Poetry".
The mnemonics I deciphered from Dictionary of the Vast
The archives I did explore in Mind's holiday spree,
All longings human failed utterly at last
To discover Nature to be a Mystery.
The songs of Music poured from human hearts
In moments of mirth and agony,
But the sobbing tears of the limitless Sky
Can only create the most exalted Harmony!
The futile lines of my frailsome hands,
All attempts to give shape to a poem,
Only the Pure Sublime can pen the best
Creation's amazing surrealist Realm.
Then I wanted to paint on the canvas
The Beauty that adores you and me,
Love's fragrant blossoms forever vibrant,
Only the Zephyr could speak of it and see.
Can you ever paint the lightening vast
With fantastic colours that flicker so fast?
Can you ever bring life to the heavy downpour
Which Nature weeps from Her inmost heart?
The sweet little birds flutter their wings
In joy's uproar and Dawn's untold dewy mirth,
The highest Song of Silence writ on the chirrups
Can you fathom into it in your mortal Birth?
The infant Sun cradles through clouds with myriad hues that paint the sky,
Do you know why the Mystic Fire
Changes its shape to smaller and smaller as it rises high?
Can you ever tread to the untrod Realm
Ever pure, serene and sublime,
The uninhibited kingdom of the Omnipotent King
Where there is eternal Sunshine?
Words fail to give meaning to your rhyme
The rhythm too in the long run is lost,
All your failing attempts to sketch the Divine scheme
Soon to be crushed and fallen to the dust.
It's only to admire and be merged in His reverie
Of what you feel and see,
The whole Creation is wrapped around
By the uncaught and unsought mystery.
Bow down your head upright
With gratitude, wonder to His unrevealed History,
You and your endless generations profound
Can never complete the Art of Perfection -
As NATURE IS POETRY.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Puri. 4th Dec 2019)
