The Beauty Of Earth
The beauty you have is endless
Not satisfied watching you all days.
In all objects O mother, I feel you
As the grass takes a bath with dew,
When the birds are chirping on the tree
The darkness is dispelled and let them free,
When the petal expands the heart
In no time I draw the beautiful art,
The busy bees collecting honey
When spring arrives with a box of money,
In rainy day the Earth looks like a queen
So magnetism so jewellery can be seen,
When winter comes wearing the crown
Made of ice I do my head down.
O Earth, I have no more words to say
'Mom, I love you'- this begins my day.
Ujjal Mandal
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