"filial" poems - Hello Poetry

Through the country paths, I lazily loitered, watching Nature in its changing hue straying farther into the interiors, sundry and sublime vistas came into view. in response to zephyr’s warm embrace, the silvery leaves joyously fluttered. the bees busied themselves collecting pollen and birds on tree tops merrily chattered it was the *** end of verdant spring. summer’s sun stood behind my head. bleat of sheep was heard from far. ‘Good day to you’….. Someone said. There stood on the hill, a boy around fifteen obviously he was of tribal breed. with a beaming smile, he greeted me but on walking to him, he ran like a steed I saw him disappear behind the trees and enter into a hut tiny as a nest he lived in the lap of Mother Nature, far from the city and its sooty dust being coaxed, he hesitantly came out. my tone of assurance and pleasing smile, seemed to have won his confidence as to a friend, he shared his eventful tale. pointing to the sheep grazing in the slope, he said, he earned a living caring the flock. he stayed in the woods all day long, feeding and tending his master’s sheep. from dawn to dusk, through woods and meads, he leads his sheep, calling them by their name. un vexed, with simple pleasures he is content and with a nomad’s life, he seems to be tame he said, at home he has his invalid mother. bringing her back to health is his mission in life on referring to his mother, I watched his eyes glitter nothing other than her illness posed to him a strife from every utterance, I could sense his filial love. even in abundance, while shadows line many faces, on his visage, hope lingered as a dancing flame to me he seemed above many, rich in other graces! While parting, I handed him a little money pausing unbelievably, with moist eyes he accepted it, when a breeze passed caressing us as if over a kind gesture, Nature seemed to rejoice!

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May 29, 2018

May 29, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC

valsa-george

A Rare Beauty Beheld

Through the country paths, I lazily loitered, watching Nature in its changing hue straying farther into the interiors, sundry and sublime vistas came into view. in response to zephyr’s warm embrace, the silvery leaves joyously fluttered. the bees busied themselves collecting pollen and birds on tree tops merrily chattered it was the *** end of verdant spring. summer’s sun stood behind my head. bleat of sheep was heard from far. ‘Good day to you’….. Someone said. There stood on the hill, a boy around fifteen obviously he was of tribal breed. with a beaming smile, he greeted me but on walking to him, he ran like a steed I saw him disappear behind the trees and enter into a hut tiny as a nest he lived in the lap of Mother Nature, far from the city and its sooty dust being coaxed, he hesitantly came out. my tone of assurance and pleasing smile, seemed to have won his confidence as to a friend, he shared his eventful tale. pointing to the sheep grazing in the slope, he said, he earned a living caring the flock. he stayed in the woods all day long, feeding and tending his master’s sheep. from dawn to dusk, through woods and meads, he leads his sheep, calling them by their name. un vexed, with simple pleasures he is content and with a nomad’s life, he seems to be tame he said, at home he has his invalid mother. bringing her back to health is his mission in life on referring to his mother, I watched his eyes glitter nothing other than her illness posed to him a strife from every utterance, I could sense his filial love. even in abundance, while shadows line many faces, on his visage, hope lingered as a dancing flame to me he seemed above many, rich in other graces! While parting, I handed him a little money pausing unbelievably, with moist eyes he accepted it, when a breeze passed caressing us as if over a kind gesture, Nature seemed to rejoice!