Category: Writers Block
The days of silent weeping are no more!
Alert! alert o man what you see its not so.
Forget that your hands are stronger then her!
Away I worn you from that illusion of power.
That house-decorating beauty is beautifying the entire world today,
Open those rusty doors of your mind and change them! Hurry up I say.
Attention! for you her tears are no longer like toys,
Stop mingling with them; else to you she will destroy.
The sun greets her when her paces leave the house-yard every morning,
The moon is always waits for her arrival in the beautiful and clear evening.
Learn something from that Nature who understands her importance in its life,
Be with her as a human; stop treating her as your slave wife.
In every part of this fanciful world she is producing wonder,
That silent rain was her past; in present she is marching like a thunder.
Is this a poem? Not sure what its doing under language and culture. Nice, though.
Moving this to Writers block.