A Paean Along The Treaded Path Poem by Mohammad Younus

Walking along the treaded path,
Following the footprints on the moss,
A hanging cloud low on the lofty mountain,
Dewed grass that sweetens my bare feet,
Pine grown greener and smiling with the rain,
A brook that comes roaring from the mountains -
And, mingling with polluted waters in the cities,
I have forgotten what to do -
Whom to thank, and whom to rebuke,
But, I must pay my tributes to ancient sages,
And praise and thank the generous mother nature

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