The Shouting Serene Poem by Vijay Indushokai

Nature anguishes to calm human(e)with shouting serene.
Sere humanities also don't come for tranquility.
Even no one dare to listen a clear and true murmur of peace.
The busy rationalisms enjoy nature on youtube and be cathartic in paintings of nature as well.

Only sky observes the colorful fragrances of flowers.
The harmony of butterflies depict the horizon with ample shades of affinity that birds share to fly for hope and determination.

Vallies hop to cope hate and greed for harvesting innocence with every season to seize honesty.

Craw keeps love forever even crow croak nobility.
Pastures eager to cor animals.
It's a great regret that the rope of the trees cannot bound humans in humanity and shamelessly not concede for—

A drop of water on a huge blank canvas can portray the essence between life and death.

A blade of the grass can value liveliness of spontaneous life of beauty with Homer's Seascapes to fill the heart for originality and virtues.
Both the lips of river nurture equality wetting justice and equity.

The inspiration of the whispered brooks
compose the song of fraternity among beings.
Rivers connect the hearts of all and play an integral role to integrate but some infected minds pollute various colors of humanism even to divide nature into piece on the name of peace.

Stones are the teachers of patience and endurance although we consider them stones. Their erosion gives us substances to be enriched.They upbring our reason while we have reason to make them inferior in this boastful world that boost us towards nothing.
Stones and their forms really much more than today's teachers and even beyond it.
They teach us infinity; we are not suppose to learn what we want in a limited manner.
I bow nature if its greatness doesn't have partiality for equals- -



Spouting music also has no neutrality to make justice with ubdrupted words.
It's the speciality of the the wordly world to dilute uniqueness into common for the equality of (fools)mass.
Even rhythem has quality of exploitation and such things become tradition and culture in the course of time.

Artificial nature has the artistic and splendid intellectuality to be natural and all.
Mine confused being confuses to identify the identity of entity.

Spouting shout of the mind dare not to cross the bounderies of the subconscious to enter into conscious.
A unique drop of water never be separated from ocean, it's consider to be a drop of oean.

No one can feel the transparent truth.

Everyone is eager to be the part of transparacy of lie and its false-good way.
Texture and shade of lie fascinate- - - - - - -