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A beautiful collection of poems on nature
Tuesday January 21, 2014 12:07 PM, Adeena Syed, ummid.com

Morning
The moon is going far away,
The sun is coming like everyday.

The stars are going on their way,
The wind is blowing on every way.

The bird from her nest got flew away,
She is in search of her prey.

The traveler starts travel with new way,
His heart get fill with new gay.

The sun spreads its rays on every way,
The morning is coming with new day.

Morning Breeze


Breeze
It is flying in the morning,
It is going in the evening.

On every way it is flying,
In every air it is hiding.

It is on the way of going,
It is on the way of coming.

In this world it is roaming,
In this poem it is hiding.

It the cool air, it is the breeze,
It is hiding in every ones' dream.

Rain
The shower of water is going on.
The children are playing in the lawn.

The water is falling on the leaf,
to make such thing very clean.

Every way is full of water,
the colour is fair of every flower.

The rain is on its full of speed,
it is giving birth to a new seed.

Twilight
The sun has not come out,
but the birds has start to shout.

The singing of the cuckoo has now start,
and I am seeing only some stars.

The wind is blowing with its speed,
it is a time to come out a new seed.

The cow is coming with its bell,
the farmer is going to the well.

On leaves the dropping is of dew,
and I am seeing a natural view.

Nature's Beauty
Blue sky and very free,
is present above and around me.

The green tree with colorful flowers,
on which the falling is of rain shower.

Land is somewhere brown, red, grey,
on which the bird is searching its prey.

Animals are grazing grass green,
drinking water, from river which flow like cream.

Creping of birds and flowing of river,
the sound of nature is every where.

This sound is very peaceful for me,
that I am feeling relax and free.

What to call this everyone's duty,
nothing but just the nature's beauty.

Dream Breeze

Winter
Snow is falling from the sky,
and everything very white.

I am wrapped in blanket of my,
but still awaken even it is night.

The moon has hidden in the clouds,
and stars are also not there.
everything is quite nothing is loud,
as snow is appearing everywhere.

But still there is a man in open ground,
in big red coat and with white beard.

He is cutting the Christmas tree with axe brown,
of winter he has no fear.

The children are waiting for him,
in red coat he is Santa clause.

Every child is awaken with light dim,
they are waiting for toys and dolls.

Happy winter is saying every child,
sweater on body and gloves in hand.

Some of them have a fever mild,
but celebrating winter with small band.

WHY?
Why the blue is sky?
Sometime appear dark why?
Why the stars twinkle silver?
Why the water get into the river?
Why the moon is round?
Why animals roam on ground?
Why the is hot sometime?
Why I want the thing that i8s not mine?
Why the rock is hard?
Why the dog can bark?
Why the man destroy earth?

Even when he here get birth.

Some things are here mystery,

Why after they become history?

Just I am thinking that why?

People don't know these happen why?

[The poet, Adeena Syed, is a student in a college of Malegaon.]

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