Green

Beneath the sky,
Beside the bush,
The beak wants to seek.
Some crimson, some purple stain,
Petals dancing in the tunes,
Some are humming,
Some are buzzing,
But some are hand in hand.
Under the green, with full sheen,
The waves in water up and low,
And ducks are swimming very slow.
The flight of parrot passing,
The soothing breeze charming.
The greenish row calling,
And glaring the bright smiles.
Behold the beauty, beneath the sky.
Go green, make green, be green.

SHE

II. Baby

The chapter closed or open,
The problem solved or raise,
Voice raising inside, raising inside.
One vanish and another coming beside.

She born in gloom ,
But alas! On the cheek around,
The heaven had fall,
She escapes, she escapes.

Leave in lurch, not to search,
What she needs,
The woolen apparels,
The milk, the necessary needs.

Cry, cry, lot she cry,
Who hear and who will come near?
There is no sympathy for the red bubbly,
Eyes arise up toward, no one to see forward.

Take water, and keep quite,
No time to make shelter behind,
You is she because you don’t feel,
That we will be kind.

What is she?
A small baby.
Needs mother feeding,
But they have no feeling.

Bones need soft touch,
Of mother oily hands,
But the little one,
Is being cramped, cramped.

Why this crime is being?
She is also human being.
Born in she is crime,
Treated like culprit.

She flows for a long ago,
How much life will ado?
How she will sail?
How! She will save?

What about the many she?
Which floats from time to time?
Who gain or who loss?
When all the boundaries she will cross.

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