THE LAME

When the Sun peeps above the horizon
and stars bid adieu
The birds sing with some reason
and the ants run into queue
The river shines in golden rays
and twigs of trees whistles and plays.
The lotus spreading their petal prays
and the sunflower nods in solar ways.
In the air chariot, fragrance everywhere ride
and the beauty around is beyond assays.
The nature looks adored like bride
and the time wishes it stays and and forever stays!!



Right then in a aloof dwelling
with eyes filled with sleep upto the brim
and unreal air every where prevailing
somebody is relentlessly wandering in his dream
sometime frightened
sometime screams
always worried
and muddled with own problem streams
Adoring his nest with materialistic lusture
challenges the nature in the process
hoping the luster would never moisture
and expecting the other to just witness
exploring beauty away from beauty
considers it a game of fame
unwilling to accept, though guilty
WHAT A LAME! WHAT A LAME!!