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    <title>Naturepoetry</title>
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    <description>Nature Poetry</description>
    <lastBuildDate>Sun, 26 Nov 2006 21:05:01 PST</lastBuildDate>
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    <copyright>Copyright 2006.</copyright>
    <category>Poetry</category>
    <category>Writing</category>
    <category>Arts</category>
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      <title>What the trees do not realize</title>
      <link>http://ajraosnaturepoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/28.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 27 Nov 2006 04:59:34 GMT</pubDate>
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The trouble with these old, gnarled trees
Still standing upright in the earth and air
Is that they want to remain homes
To the many homeless evening-birds
Which incessantly chatter to slum kids
Pouring out of their improvised shanties
With tin roofs glistening in the sun
Through old cycle tires and tarpaulin tatters
Kept defensively in place against the wind
By a motley collection of gray stones.
They do not realize even in their death
That our gardener’s three-stone stove
Is waiting impatiently for their dry logs
To arrive in its enormous, crackling fire.
 
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      <title>On the strand at Babughat,Kolkataerunder</title>
      <link>http://ajraosnaturepoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/27.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Mar 2006 11:07:09 GMT</pubDate>
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On the Babughat the Ganges wore 
A splendid necklace studded with images 
Of inverted candle lights under the bridge 
The flickering flame of the lantern in the boat 
Refused to dance to the windâ€™s death-tune 
Near the jetty stood a dark monstrosity 
Brooding over unillumined loneliness 
Its cavernous stomach ached with 
The darkest secrets of the high seas .
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      <title>Mornings</title>
      <link>http://ajraosnaturepoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/26.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2006 06:36:07 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> 


My birds are twittering constantly;
Their colors refuse to climb the sky 
Amid scattered sounds and sunrays.
My mornings are many-hued skies
Rising from treetops of birdsongs.


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      <title>The sun-photographer</title>
      <link>http://ajraosnaturepoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/25.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 15:11:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> 


It is this luminosity, my dear,
Of the gilded leaves in the sun
The magic eye promptly catches
A silver flicker, a yellow transience.
A palliative to the chemical pain
In variously knotted entrails and
The reddish tinge in eye-whites.</description>
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      <title>Sunrise and flowers</title>
      <link>http://ajraosnaturepoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/24.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 15:10:32 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> 


In my nights of waiting
For sunrise and flowers
I look pain in the face.
I wake up bleary-eyed
Trying to catch beach suns
Before they turn white.</description>
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      <title>Be</title>
      <link>http://ajraosnaturepoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/23.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 15:07:39 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> 


The flowers spoke nothing
Waiting for indifferent lovers.
Their colours touched the sky.
Their existence was close-ended
Being closely trapped in the sun.
Drinking moon-beams, they want to be 
As birds in the higher zones do.
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      <title>The rock</title>
      <link>http://ajraosnaturepoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/22.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 15:06:32 GMT</pubDate>
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The rock is being cut
Slowly disintegrating
Real existence, ours.
The drill pierces time.
The sky becomes bluer
With nothing between
The blue sky and us.</description>
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      <title>Wounds</title>
      <link>http://ajraosnaturepoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/21.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 15:05:29 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> 


In the recent monsoon
Our rivers felt as if
The mountains had bled
From fresh wounds
Their flesh has gone,
Across the green seas,
To the distant Chinaman
To fill out his bones.</description>
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      <title>The Return of Beauty</title>
      <link>http://ajraosnaturepoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/20.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 15:04:37 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> 


Things remained unsaid
Beauty had cried in torrents
Of words bereft of thought
Till the blazing March sun
Beat history's scraggly stones
A midsummer celebration
Ensued with images galore
Beauty returned from the hills.</description>
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      <title>Breeze</title>
      <link>http://ajraosnaturepoetry.blogdrive.com/archive/19.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 15:01:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> 


The banyan's shadows played
With yesterday’s leaves
The words were leaves
My shadows played with.</description>
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