This is my country full of golden, green, crops and trees
Hence, my country is full of flowers and fruits
So, I am healthy and happy
Since the time I was born here, in my country;
The weapons and the pollutions are its poisons
These producing agents, scientists and engineers are its foes
They are same as the corrupted persons
Even more harmer than those.
By them weapons are normally used inDamaging, destroying, killing, finishingWeapons cost lives, properties and allRaces, species, civilizations we can call,Beside piles of weapons graze some peopleJust those of herbivorous animals or cattleSome enjoy luxurious staffs and foodSome are fed back of cursed gun shootSome enjoy rhythmic sounds full of artSome are tired with ugly haunts…
ToHarm,Mind, grow love, peaceFor all, see, do.
Wrong doings are sensed in airUnfortunately everywhere,Affects not only human beingsBut also other animals, plants;Causes manmade plightsWorldwide worldwide,Causes difficult to breatheBut ease horribly the death.
C likes both,D dislikes both.
BreatheFlute,Sing for these wellHave been created.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – –6 Lines Poem ─Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1) lines stand on the last 2 (4-4) lines,At the joining point, line No.4 and 5 there…
From the flowing of waterThe blowing of airI hear, I hear sweet songAnd sweet praising,They echo on the waves of oceansOn the hills and the mountains,Sound Your nameSound Your fame.
