THE WORLD IS BEAUTIFUL

The world is beautiful!

What we are and where we are!

How we are and why we are?

The important is at least we are!

I am this , I am that;

I have this , I have that;

This blinds man of manhood,

And leaves him worth for nothing;

Such people malaise the glory,

Of being the wisest highest human race.

Why not to grow the seedling,

Of love and care to each other;

Despite all the matters of the world,

Tightening the human bondage to each other,

Stretching the hands to hug our people,

To develop the feeling of oneness;

And to bestow all for them,

And they only are the true asset of the world.

The world is beautiful and full of grace,

Where we must be proud to be of human race;

The planet abounds in enjoyable beauty,

With oceans, plants and healthy airs;

To safeguard it manfully is our dire duty,

With utmost humanly love and care,

We need to feel its motherly face.

When we all are made of blood and bones,

With equal healthy heat and breath;

Then why to fight for futile stones,

Of perishable power, land and wealth;

With all dignity of man’s manhood,

We need maintain a sublime pace.

The mortalities are nothing but Nature’s scold,

With storm, flood, drought and disease;

But the boon of benign beauty we must behold,

With rejuvenating before fragrance release;

And with Nature’s kind benumbing cruelties,

And its boundless bounty we need to embrace.