Nature is as innocent as a child.
Nature-The child
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A child plays with the toys, Without any meaning or sense,
Nature plays with the creation,
And totally ignores our presence
The child pats the doll with love,
Or throws it by the side,
Nature keeps us on the lap,
Or rolls us away with stride.
Doll is the means for infant-
To keep him busy in game,
Man is the puppet of nature,
To play, and throw the same.
Why child is angry; nobody knows,
He scatters the toys on the floor,
When nature is furious, with cruel hands,
Traps the man ,and closes the door .
Next moment, the child is pleased,
Charming smile is on his lips,
Nature also shows the happiness,
Rainbow reflects the divine tip.
Nature is free to show his will,
He is neither kind, nor wild,
He is innocent, without sense,
Nature is the infant child.
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