City of abundance

Land of evergreen natural beauty,
Unabating it's spirit of gaiety.
Riches abound in forms many,
farms and mills raise in plenty.

Pristine water ways winding
through freshly sown fertile lands.
Merging with majestic rivers
turned into drains of chemicals.

Pearls of humour and peels of laughter,
accent with respect mark this frontier.
Customs and cultures mix and mingle,
races many together built this empire.

Gates to the outside world,
opened for the sake of riches there.
Drought never known here, but,
dearth of intellect an eternal bane.

Comments

Lakshmi -Celebrations said…

Nice poems,keep writing.

11:10 AM

Unknown said…

Nice one. keep up the good work!

12:12 PM

Iniyaal said…

Hi Lakshmi. Glad you liked my poems. Keep visiting... Nice blog of yours, loved the colours and photos.

4:16 PM

Iniyaal said…

Hi Ashish

Thanks for the comments. Glad you liked it. Keep visiting.

10:17 AM

SathyaSridhar said…

Haiiiii!!! Iniyaazh,,

Nice to see ur blog got lot of nice realistic gramathu managazh. When i saw ur labels read coimbatore immediately opened to see am also from ter..wooow!!! nice pic and nice writing,,Keep up dear..

11:47 AM

Iniyaal said…

Hi Sathya

Glad to know that you are from Coimbatore...

If you are interested in villages around Coimbatore, check out the "Country Side" posts in my other blog...
http://artbeautysociety.wordpress.com/tag/village/

9:22 AM

Forest of mighty old trees

Raising high to threaten the skies stand in attention, soldiers in rows. Their green heads swaying wildly brown arms open wide trapping light. Bursting out of mighty rocks arise the might banyan trees. Roots digging deep in to earth seeking water among rocks. Peels of bark stripped out by elephants that roam about. Tiny nests adorn their crown feeding creatures all around. Primitive men to tribal folks rested under its shady leaves. Lives on this silent witness watching evolutions fold out.

Native to this land

Dogs native to this land, high spirited friends of man. Love to be on their own, thriving in cities and farmland. Long forgotten by men of this land, roaming in groups along our streets. Shades of brown, black and white, with dirty paws and wagging tails. Alone they can never reside, with family and friends they prefer, forming groups, marking territories, ruling over streets and lanes. Never too rude and never too lazy, racing cars and chasing flies. Bathing in the warm sun all day, jumping into puddles of mud in gay. Give them food or water, ever faithful they will remain. Roaming all day long in the wild, returning back to rest by your side. .

Dance with the wind

Winds blowing strong over hills, singing eternal notes of bliss. Dancing elegant eucalyptus trees, slender leaves swaying madly. Strong evergreen redwoods in ballet, waving it's sturdy branches gracefully. Maple trees coloured yellow and red, their joyous dance a sight to behold. Bushy shrubs shaking in glee , fallen dry leaves racing in circles. Behold the beauty of nature, as earth dances with the wind. Eternal melody of nature, never abating music of wind. Resonating from days of yore when plants ruled earth. Humans thou find yourself here, enjoy the dance of nature. Throw your worries to the wind, with mind as light as a feather, Spirit as free as thin air, true and pure as nature - let not civilized culture hold you back Dance O pure spirit, Dance with the wind.

Whispers

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