The restless nature cannot be fugitive

And neither it desires nor evades to work

Until it reaches the impossible death for ever

Who will come to rescue the nature’s fever?

Nature not at all an exception of creation

Clogged with employment, without salary

Still to continue until the late retirement

Never granted nor is sanctioned any leave;

Creation, maintenance and destruction are

Not only the pains but also its punishment

And the nature bears the hellish pain silently

As if it is engaged to the spouse of the hell;

Nature absorbing the life and imbibing the recipe

Under the burning brightness, chilling cold and

Raining thorny tears and its roaring catastrophe

Awaiting the painless end to the regular death;

The nature is nourished and healed of the pain

And is rejuvenated again to consume the venom

To contribute the martyr to pay for the sin it’s not

But, the sin would never feel fretful of the victim;

It is severed with organs located in painful life

But with the heart alone to endure the whole pain

Of the duty rigorously imposed and not bailed out

The law of court even not allowed admitting the case;

The nature bleeds all the blood that doesn’t clot

From the Generations to Generations that brood

And brood on and never stops the production

The future would never stop seep into the past;

The world without the nature is void and invalid

The nature sans the beauty is barren and desolate

Still, the life of the beauty with pain swollen as bloom

To enrich the dying but vibrant nature’s perfume;

                                         - R K CHOWDARY