Beautiful Nature, Poems and Education

Poem- Breaking Free I told her, She wants to fly, All over the land. Interested in fasts, For boundless journeys, From farms to hills, To see difference. Wanting to feel summer, And also the winter. Joy of hums, And chirps of his kind. Joys of struggle, From ponds to rivers. To have company, Of her type. To make a nest, To lay its eggs. To be a mother, Feeling responsible. This is what she always sings. Break it free, Please break it free. Poet- C. Acharya

Poem-  The Translator: Speaking for the Speechless Looking broken old, She repeated passing street, But today he beat me, But today he left me. For the translator, To translate. Looking abused old, With a broken paw, Limping past street, Only to be abused again, Taunted for the walk, The weak ignored, As to be normal, Seem to be normal. Next day, In agony, In mids of busy street, Lying in pain, Of both mind and body, He barked repeatedly, Please help me, Please see me, For the translator, To translate, Or for redemption. Poet- C. Acharya

Through the Window I woke up to the cool breeze, in a rainy morning, having a wet perfume. While the chirpings of the birds felt so sweet, the orange lights from the window made me pure. I saw the drops of life on the window, having a orange flavour. I saw through the window that it was raining, the sky was orange, the drops were light, as we all like. The tree adjacent to the window looked never so green. While the bloomed flowers of complete colours looked very nice and gave total purity to the atmosphere with it's sweetness. Leaves were swaying to the rhythm of the cool breeze to express what the morning, the rain and the breeze meant to them.  Meanwhile, through the window, on the wet street, i saw a little puppy sitting wet and alone and looking at a mom dog with its pups. He was wondering something, as if he wanted the love, care, guidance, the joy of family. I felt so bad. I wondered if his mom was okay? The feelings of the dog can only be understood by p...