Dear Friends,

I was raised at Hazaribag, a quaint little town in Jharkhand. This area is full of several plateaus, mountains and valleys .

As a young child I hardly understood how lucky I was to spend my childhood in the lap of nature. 

My first poem is dedicated to all the people those who are still living there.

Consecrate souls

Far far away in a hilly region,        

Dwelt there a lass with a  deep  recessed vision.

Drawing from the nature adjunct pleasure,

Through youthful spring wandering in leisure.

Gloating over the comeliness of the setting sun,

Endorsing  the crimson  joy of seas,

Relishing the humming song of bees.

Crossing through the shades and spiky grass,

Ennobling the essence of her fun.

Frisking on the banks of the river,

Taking snappy steps, spangling with a quiver.

Scrutinizing the birds, retreating home in urgency,

Challenging the setting sun, with doting frequency.

Savouring the gust of wind, bewitchingly she shined,

 Strolling ahead with a phlegmatic mind.

Celebrating the concomitance of nature,

Quite oblivious of her future.

O’ Dear Nature, how beauteous are you!

Consecrate souls to drink from your fountain are few.