The Earth Hour 2011

The Earth Hour 2011

A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Saturday, March 26, 2011

The Earth Hour 2011

I would like to dedicate this Poem to My Mother..

My Earth.....

I am bound to be here...





" An Hour"



The Beam appears and the blanket falls..

the streams flows and the bird calls...

But,

We are always busy to give them a look..

to drench ourselves in the shower and to touch the brook..

to feel the grass and smell the woods...

Hypocrite , mean and completely rude...

We are ....don't you feel so..???

The days goes and you let it go...

Immortals are those who sleep beneath

the green canopy..Air they breath..

On the verdent moss-quit-turf....their heads rest..

To be in the Wild, the feeling so pure, is the best..

In the three centuries of two dozen hours...

We are always concerned about the materials and the powers...

To play with those Beasts and the meandering springs...

The gentle cool gust of breeze that swifts and brings...

to our heart ; The Love , the Joy and the Effervescences...

The Beauty , The Life and the Natural Scenes...

But,

Her heart melts to glance us..The painful Sour

Thousands We are..

Centuries

Decades

Years

Months

Days...

Can't you give an Hour?

[ A second means a lot letalone An hour ]

Don't get perplexed and go mute...

I gave Her an Hour... to hark those flute...

Now its your turn to care for the Earth...

Lucky will be you..and pious your Birth...



Fantasized by-

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel

Mitrapark, Kathmandu,

Time:1:00 pm, Cloudy Day...

An Earth Hour Day..

And Going Beyond an Hour.....

© 2011 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"


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 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Kathmandu, Nepal



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