Discourse on Nature by Sushant Thapa

Here lies the piece

Of a verdant wood.

Oh where would I go instead

But build my cacophony

Of nature, which is beautiful

Even in the shrill

Of a thrush

Even at hard times.

I am awake

With a slight murmur of water.

The turbulence of sad gush of tear

Tries to tear me apart.

The heatstroke on the road

Tries to lower my eyes

And I hide behind sunglasses.

The comb that you used

The hairfall that made you barren,

It is nature's fall.

The inorganic entity

In our food,

The chemicals make our hair grey.

But my friend,

Leave the lethargy of books

And sit by the stone

And appreciate the nature

Like Poet William Wordsworth

In his poem "Expostulation and Reply.”