Don’t catch the butter flyIt was early morning.Sun was growing from the east.Icy peaks of the mountains were bathing from the gentle sun rays.The pines threes were watching the icy peaks of the mountain in the style as they were saying good morning to the glowing peaks.Cranes were flying in the sky.In the ridges, The sheep’s were going for grazing in the jungle.A lake was there in the lap of the mountains.It was surrounded by the tulip and roses.Some butter flies were also flying there. A small child came and run to catch the butterfly.But a thorn came in his ...

No body cares them   I am flying in the sky. Sun is heating me cruelly. Still then I am serving the people. By distributing water from one place to another, People await me on the earth. When I drop rain, People and children says, Aa ha When I go straight without dropping rain They say “Go to hell”. They are ignorant from my limit and botherations. People want water and coolness from me. In return they have nothing to give me. No ...

Do well ‘O’ cloud drop rain, drop rain, Our fields are unirrigated. Our animals are thirsty. We want water for our children. You are generous one. You are the part of the nature. You are born to serve this planet. ‘O’ men & women of the earth Do you know? Control of pollution And less formation of Co2 & So2 is compulsory for my growth & proper function. Do well at your part. I will do well at my part.  Other wise ...

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The poetA kind hearted, imaginative person is called the poet.He always worries to seethe grievances of others.He becomes wounded to see the wounds of others.He cries to hear the cries of the children & women.Because he has only emotions not power.Power lies in political leaders & military generals.Power lies in the pockets of capitalists. Poet wants peace & love in the society. But it depends upon the sweet will of the war mongers.He cries to see the hunger of the peopleBut he can only cry like the birds& he can talk as an old man.He can write like a student.But he can ...