A poem of innocence

Beauty

Beauty of this world is very great
But now it's going on depleting at a very faster rate

Trees the friend of mine
Are been cut and have become from twelve to nine

Air my Friends due to which i live and talk
Has become impure due to gases and smoke

Roaring wind which always roars
Has become dusty and due to chemicals now it chokes

Nothing is beautiful than that smiling face
When it smiles at me,I think that i have won a marathon race

Looking at it gives me pleasure
For me she is the biggest treasure

Her looks pierce my heart like an arrow
Her voice is like a sweetest swallow

Love named Dove sat on my head
When first time 'Gaurav' she said

Ken e Hall
Your name sounding from her lips creeps into your heart...love dove indeed nice..regards

robyn selters
Great rhythm and beautiful sentiments...

 

seema chowdhury
welcome to poetfreak. an interesting write. hope we will get to read more of your artistic work. good luck. pl see some of my poems too. take care