Absolutism of nature! (Poem)

 By: Kul P. Sharma Paudel

 In every stroll with thee, O! Nature
 I obtain far greater then that I hunt for    
 It ’s  t   Thy Absolution- tine infinite intensity
 What wonder administer might have steadfast  thee of such vigor?

In yours garden grows endurance
Thy master hath blessed thee with, as Himself, full of compassion

Oh! Isn’t thy maker, the maker of mine and tine?

Then how could I so wild when ye so modest; as of He

Thy cry reaches not, for thee complaints never to thy Maker

You stood still, being satisfied ever

Yea is idyllic with anything thy master bestows

Thy haven a piazza! Face‘s: cook and frostiness thy mate

Mine nature’s not: either stable or static; neither secure nor progressive

My matter unrest, while souls perturb for inclination

Yet never satisfied, relentless in doubling to what I woo

All thru mine pursuits, all things possible even pillaging thee

o! You hold the manifestation of the Maker

Thou made glory thy own Maker, worthy of exaltation

But neither to thee nor to Him do my nature pertinent

O! Then how resent would the Master be upon me?

Will my deeds by my Maker be, uncounted?

When my ways being so pesky to His way

O! Will nature able to forget the pestering of mine?

When my paths and heart so pervert, I’m cynicism, if prolong!