NATURE IN STATURE

(Villanelle in Pentameter)

Nature is the wonder of all wonders,

Of the supreme creation, the sense fest,

All creatures on earth love nature’s splendors.

The school with the syllabus for readers

Students to pass the essential life-test,

Nature is the wonder of all wonders.

Nature is mother, the chief of feeders,

Fruits and roots and all, offered to the guest,

All creatures on earth love nature’s splendors.

Nature, the best teacher, to be leaders.

Birds on trees build their cozy home, the nest,

Nature is the wonder of all wonders.

Nature teaches to be art contenders.

Dance like peacocks, sing like cuckoos in quest,

All creatures on earth love nature’s splendors.

Busy like bees, toil like ants they’re leaders,

Lessons on life to the humans, the best

Nature is the wonder of all wonders,

All creatures on earth love nature’s splendors.

Published: Metverse Muse 

84th to 87th Quadruple Issue.

Dec 2023

TIME

How you stepped into this world is strange

Your endless flow is bound up in mystery.

Your galloping speed for incessant change

Left imprints in ever living history.

The milestones mark your age on the milky way,

It’s race on wheels at a high pace,

A wayfarer’s journey without stay;

Yet, no trace of weariness on your face.

You manifest eroding powers in all circles,

Even pliant limbs and sharp mind grow decrepit,

The petal-soft countenance carves wrinkles.

The sculpture in a quake breaks into many a bit.

You resemble a river in its ceaseless glide,

Your resolve is like the planets’ orbit,

You look like an eternal traveler in his ride,

And travel like the flash of light brightly lit.

Five senses, in strict governance of the mind,

Fail to unravel and charter your powerful role,

Mysterious are your ways to humankind.

Everything manifests under your iron control.

Published: Metverse Muse 

84th to 87th Quadruple Issue.

Dec 2023

DEMOCRACY TODAY

Crowns all, democracy even today,

All rights without prejudices anyway,

Enfranchise, the best instance to quote,

All are welcome with a currency note to vote,

The voter is reminded of his active role,

And of his status as the king of poll,

The most welcome guest to drink to the brink,

Till there dries the mark of indelible ink.

His face blooms the flowers of better future,

In the sweet garden of hypocritical nature,

His innocence sings the song of exploitation,

While rocking in the swing of intoxication.

The moment next, this one-day-king,

Without any crown appears suffering.

Published: Metverse Muse 

84th to 87th Quadruple Issue.

Dec 2023