"wettens" poems
A tree stands tall on soil,
A human on earth,
The ground,
forming soils upper 'crust'.
But what would thou be,
If sans was the soil first?
We origunated from the soil,
Evolve through it,
One day, we'll be this soil
The soil, on which thou may never sit.
Life still isn't a thing,
without this mere soil.
It endures so much,
Yet gives back peace.
And complains not,
Of its strife's and greifs!
The food we eat,
The air we breathe,
Will all be futile,
Sans soil beneath.
There wouldn't be trees,
Would fresh air we'd breath?
The water we drink,
Would'en really be free?
And Oh, the ground that
Endures you feet,
Would you be standing,
Without the soil beneath?
The soil forms lifes,
Aids us live,
But little we know,
Of its sincerest deeds!
It burns itself,
To prevent us from heat,
It wettens itself,
And absorbs all heat.
The birds,
The beasts,
the tinniest creatue indeed,
Are the elements indebted
to soil in brief.
Thou life is but this soil,
The soil that reings life,
we are the trees,
Who stand on it,
Who laugh, endure,
Learn, speak,
Yet keeps so much,
like those little seeds.
Thy parent are seeds,
And the roots to be
Thy friends are leaves,
That may shed in weeks,
Thy siblings the arms,
Those helping hands in deeds.
The soil of life,
Sees success, misfortune and griefs,
Yet fertile is the one,
Who masters to smile even in adversities.
The soil is major part of eternity,
And our lives an essential part,
The part, we then call as an 'evergrowing tree'
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
Stygian clouds clash,
Drizzles a great squall,
Quenches the parched land's thirst,
The nature's blue wonder.
The shower pours down,
Soaking the natures hand,
Spilling on the dry fields,
Flourishes the farmers land.
Fill the dry lakes,
Overflow the thirsty dams,
Fall the natures cascade,
Drench the lifeless forests.
Trees sway merrily,
In the gusty winds,
Their shrivelled state vanishes,
As bathe them a deluge.
The concrete jungle wettens,
The beings here rejoice,
As falls the rain,
Ends the withered climate.
Droplets dash the ground,
The view fantasise me,
To feel the zest at once,
Out my abode i flee.
To embrace the weather,
I go drench in the pour,
Splashing through puddles,
No worries of muddy clothes.
Streets wetten up,
Slippery they seem
Vehicles slide over it,
In the squally weather.
A scurry i see,
As run people on the roads,
Seeking for cover somewhere,
As rain cats & dogs.
Many tunes i hear,
A "pitter patter" ring's my ear,
The ***** traffic jam,
Disrupts the nature's hymn.
Kids i see around,
Dance in this noise,
Sail they paper boats,
A child in me invokes.
"Red hearts" roam around,
As continues the watery storm,
Spending minutes of love,
As showers this romance charm.
Flows a chilly gust,
Pour and pour the clouds,
Soaks the busy city,
The first squally shower.
Drenched up dear me,
I am back at home,
After natures cool splash,
My hearts quenched now.
Back at home,
I seat by the window,
Relishing the weather,
In the chilly monsoon.
- Kedar K
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 7:44 AM UTC
As I look out the window
I can see far and near
See all the colorful flowers
That bloom every year
The cars whistle by
The birds chirp so freely
The sky roars and cries
Making the day become dreary
The rain soon pours down
It clears off the dirt
And splatters on the ground
And wettens your shirt
The sky then becomes free
The sun peeks out
Here comes the honey bee
Starting his daily route
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC