THE SWEETEST SYMPHONY OF THE NATURE

SWAPAN KUMAR RAKSHIT

The natural environment sings the sweetest symphony with a smile,

Because she knows her treasures as a mother knows her daughter.

I don’t know for how many years she would keep such a low profile,

If we consume her shamelessly or if we want her immediate slaughter.

The misty meadow whispers sweetly to all of her sprouting seeds,

Because she knows that her sweetness would come back like return gift.

But how long she would incarnate herself, if our growing needs—

Explode or ascend uncontrollably just to destroy or to dwindle it?

At the peaceful night, the crescent moon lulls everyone to sleep.

The darkest night lullabies with a promise to offer a brand new day.

But how long the moon would appear at night with recuperated trip—

If the sweetest marvel of moonbeam is employed only to roll on hay?

Perhaps, we have forgotten to sing the chorus of the grand matrix –

That has been sustaining our lives for long; as all of us are in a fix.