By The Casement Poem by Somali Mukherjee

Seated at the corner,
I try to feel the breeze;
I forget to garner
All, with those humming bees.

Their soothing sound
Enchants my every nerve;
So sweet, so profound,
They teach me of life's each curve.

The gliding brook never,
Never does it pause;
Instead, I move wherever,
She points out my flaws.

The flowers keep dancing
In such divine delight;
Nature keeps enhancing
Her mildness as well as her might.

Nature plays, does play wonder;
Though human, we need to learn;
We judge all, yet we plunder;
Joy and sorrow—we, hence, earn.