Water droplet creating ripples

Who am I, what am I made of ?

Those millions of atoms shadows on I tend

Since, every atom is a tiny drop like water

And represents my building block

Describe water and metawater

Which is a counterfeit of water

The former makes my body an art of beauty

And with the new outfit, I look new in my old body

Speaking of the season, I enjoy fall

When we harvest crops like corn and soybeans

Then, there is spring where cherry blossoms leave beautiful scenes

And I am blessed in every shape I know

Thanks to the big bang theory for the creation of universe

I am a part of it grown due to natural selection

Because I have a constant heart like none

So am I the rich who has been blessed

Can bring happiness to others with my treasure

My treasure are my colored leaves

Because I am a tree that lose leaves in fall

For the pleasure of people

Therefore, I belong to the festival of trees

Where people pay homage to me

As I turn from leaves into tissue paper

Like stones that turn into house

I dry people’s face and make them special

As seasons change, leaves grow and change in color

Leaving people with awe and wonder

By mesmerizing fall colors and immense smell

Blessed are leaves whose worthiness give purpose

Thanks to the nature as trees triumph and leaves fall

Giving rise to encouragement and hope to all!

A Bald Eagle at Occoquan Bay NWR, Virginia. Photo by Sohan

Sitting in the desk next to the gorgeous Diamond lake

Waiting for eagle to take break

I kept waiting to catch their first sight

Until the blue sky turned to dark night

Unable to catch eagle’s glimpse

I turned over to magnificent lunar eclipse

Bright and shiny were her lips

As I clicked my Nikon SLR to take her radiant pics

I heard the two opossum’s hiss

Trying to get blissful kiss

All of a sudden the darkness turned to beautiful morning

As I saw the eagles storming

Through the winds off the mountains

Chasing their preys in nearby surroundings

Down in the middle of a deep glacial river

Was a golden crisp catfish with light blue color

Who happened to be the eagle’s fancy dinner

That lasted well over one hour in a cold January winter

Full of food was the lethal eagle

Who then flew like a vicious criminal

Leaving me alone in the middle of a deep river

While I started to ponder if I could be an eagle

That flies high in the sky

Like a fast and furious guy! 

Standing in a desk of piano at St Mary’s Church was a bottle of water

Which I bought for half a dollar

As I played my piano left to right

I heard thunderstorm in a dark night

That sounded like a meteor strike

It left me scared like a lion’s sight

While I tried to fulfil my insatiable appetite

Half a bottle of water I drank

The other half left my mind blank

To God I thank

Back I went to my piano lesson

Which brings a whole lot of deep compassion

As the US economy heads into another recession

While I try to get out of multi-year depression

A mysterious forest

Hi my name is Mr. E,

And I live with my family.

But, I have to pay a fee

To keep some bees

To sting the fleas

Which I always see

And try to harm me.

But don’t worry, 

I can just climb a tree,

Or go for a ski

Which isn’t free, 

But at least I could flee.

Now I have only three

Of the five bees.

Now, I found a key 

And somehow lead me to the sea

It made my bees feel lazy, 

And made me sleepy.

Then, a lady 

Woke me early

While I felt dreamy.

Then, I realized I was free.

Some say I am a mystery,

Probably because I am Mr. E.

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by Sambridh Barakoti