Friday, 20 November 2015

IN THE NATURE'S ROOM....

The Sun And The Moon

By- RIJO.....

The following poem is an anthropomorphic expression, the sun praises his 
beauty to the most but later he knows that 
"time has its own thrills"......
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I was the shiniest and the brightest, set above the hills and very high above the water trills

I was the god of light made to glister and dazzle.
I was the very beauty that gave life to even end less seas. I deemed down from the very high as I was the one who dazzled the glistering sky.

I had nothing to get hysterical about , as I was the god of light, ignited at the darkest hour.

I was the shiniest and the brightest, set above the hills and very high above the water trills.

My life seemed to be interminable when I saw the flowering trees and the growling seas.
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But time had it's own thrills. 

I was asked to get beneath the endless seas.
The god of light had to take a break, so that the spiffing creatures could take a silent stake.
!! but how can the hills and the water trills shine in these darkest hours ?. I asked .

But time had it's own thrills.
I was presented with a gift whose beauty was beyond my measures.

'The moon, The moon' shone bright in the mystery sky.
The moon in the shady gloom, shined in the nature's room.
Her divinity had no fringe , showed like a diamond in the stillness of darkness.

With at-most humbleness  I greeted her and went beneath the endless seas, even the god of light had to bow before her glittering divinity.
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The waves calmed, and the water so still, perched on the branch
a mockingbird, sang a melody to ennoble the spirits in the glittering stillness.

The ducks, the swans, the herons and the solitary loon slept beneath the glowing moon.
The Earth, 'how beauty', how divine ,
The silence hovered and slathered the message of eternal peace.
Time passed, and  my master admired the very knowledge that silence preserved.
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From that very hour the moon became mine and your's very pilgrimage, who visited at every dusk religiously to spread the wisdom of  silence and tranquility.......
                                                                                 RIJO 

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