Gifts of Nature

      The sun is found in its endless movement

   All around the earth with the award of its light

To all creatures alike without any selfish motives           

                Without the goal of its own

        A river flows long purling and purling

    For the supply of water to all fields for growth

And to all beings for life in all places at all moments

                Without the goal of its own

        A tree grows high with branches far and wide 

      For its cool shade, sweet fruits and all its beauties

  As free gifts for the inexhaustible pleasure of all beings

                   With no goal of its own

           

        The earth with its wonderful nature all around

      With its rich sights and sounds: the high treasures

  All to fill the sunshine of peace and exhilaration for all 

                  With no due goal of its own

          The air, life of all blowing in all directions

       All around the earth and leaving space far high,

    Presents fragrance for the pleasure of all lives as well

                    With no goal of its own

        God’s supreme creation, the best of all species

       Enjoys His gifts of gaiety but forgets to sacrifice

    And never to create a paradise in favor of God’s will

                      With a goal of his own 

Published in Indian English Anthology, The Dance of the Peacock, Canada - 2014.