Month: July 2020

Humanity flourish in her lap,
Every joy blooms in her warmth.
Her glistening presence, her every giggle,
Ride on soothing winds to caress our restless souls.

O Mother, your divine beauty
Fills my heart with sheer bliss.
Your selfless love is beyond anyone to fathom.
You still holds me with your ailing grasp!

What have I done, O Mother!
To infuse pain in your veins.
I choked your lungs, I exploited your love,
Ignored your tears but you still persist to give!

Save the life infusing aroma
Of the wet earth in those rains by saving her!
Save the existence of all of us
By saving her soul flowing in ourveins!

©2020 Piyush Singh

Act now , save her, save Environment! Happy World Environment Day to All!

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Nurturing Green Air purifying NASA recommended Chamaedorea Palm Plant in Black Pot for home (Live Indoor Dwarf Areca Palm…

She saw this short winged bird of course that’s not what that means;

it means super near you and not in review  of the closeby way of nearness

like water and shadowy concrete you can’t not see it

you get it now don’t you c-l

It was black as usual and a friendlier bunch than usual

But oh all those of birds are nice, aren’t they

ties to a different form of communication, ha ha

Yeah-uh way better than us; in communication what would it be singing it were if a day,

we triangle dock are seen in the shiny part but the reflection is globby and though the globbiness is covered in shiny

Remember the fireplace and all those bricks they were like a big hose instead of water a fire could not gush out; but it could

it so could

Gush out,

She saw this short winged bird of course that’s not what that means;

it means super near you and not in review  of the closeby way of nearness

like water and shadowy concrete you can’t not see it

you get it now don’t you c-l

It was black as usual and a friendlier bunch than usual

But oh all those of birds are nice, aren’t they

ties to a different form of communication, ha ha

Yeah-uh way better than us; in communication what would it be singing it were if a day,

we triangle dock are seen in the shiny part but the reflection is globby and though the globbiness is covered in shiny

Remember the fireplace and all those bricks they were like a big hose instead of water a fire could not gush out; but it could

it so could

Gush out,

[dedicated to … b-ka]

never she said, I felt never was real it was a french pattern that you wouldn’t initially recognize; now would you; she said skating in a twirl that look so wandish

Are you wandish; he laughed brazenly like a tall giraffe and the fern was vivid wasn’t she totem’d

hi there, he smiled; it’s nice to see you.

I realized at 23 I’m not forty.

the flower was steady a fore-print of life; I glazed by it staring such as I forgot myself and then the dream turned into a form: sunlight blinding me to the

wham across my brick skull; bricks don’t break that way;

they just loosen a bit; everyone knows,

sometimes when they fling; they are suprising, flowers I mean they are softening;

you know push out and all of that stuff:

a face,

finally three spoons of sunlight form, It’s what I…

She saw this short winged bird of course that’s not what that means;

it means super near you and not in review  of the closeby way of nearness

like water and shadowy concrete you can’t not see it

you get it now don’t you c-l

It was black as usual and a friendlier bunch than usual

But oh all those of birds are nice, aren’t they

ties to a different form of communication, ha ha

Yeah-uh way better than us; in communication what would it be singing it were if a day,

we triangle dock are seen in the shiny part but the reflection is globby and though the globbiness is covered in shiny

Remember the fireplace and all those bricks they were like a big hose instead of water a fire could not gush out; but it could

it so could

Gush out,