Inlet

Nature keeps up her beauty Man treats it as being naughty One object is my primary subject Through the uphill flowing a Inlet, Much better to see its pit looking very glossy in moonlit; Once i and my image saw it in vision, No word, no sound and beauty is the reason Now, the small plants could not believe How the condition! and what way it lives Men want revolution! revolution, And that is the way Nature visualized it's desolation.

by Aakash Sarkar

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nice poem i really like it.This poem remembers the love of my mother,
heart touching poem.thank you
This poem touch my heart
I will always regret. Those souls torn from their Mothers wombs, where now are they.
It moved my heart. Thanks
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