Poem

Poem Chaubattia Gardens, Ranikhet Chaubattia Gardens, Ranikhet By Bhakti Sharma Leave me alone In the dense wild jungle, Let me stand still Let me watch Every tree, Rooted yet free. The herbs and shrubs, The myriads of deodars The unusually tall surai, The eucalyptus and poplar, All wearing a green cloak, With the pines and oak. The poison ivy overgrown, The red flower of the rhododendron. The apple and plums, The peaches and chestnuts, The figs and walnuts. The jungle berries The fruitless cherries All in lovely green attire. Laden with fruits Only to be admired. An eerie silence, Broken by rattling of leaves, Below my feet. All around me Law of Nature enforced in a jungle, Followed by trees Obeyed by the beasts O what an unforgettable treat! ( 10kms from Ranikhet, Uttar Pradesh, India, Chaubatia is full of gardens and commands a fascinating view of the Himalayas. Spread over 265 acres of land, it is one of the largest horticulture gardens in the country. Bhakti Sharma can be contacted at bhakti_sharma@yahoo.co.uk)
Poem Flowers in Spring Flowers in Spring Me and you In the lap of the mountains, Under the watchful eyes Of Mother Nature The vast spread of forest Beckoning us with open arms. The petunias, the dahlias, The gladioli, the flocks The poppies, the hollyhocks. The butterflies like pansies, The bridal white of daisies, The cacti in variety crazy Intoxicating us with exotic colours and a vivid mix of fragrance. The parakeets and pheasants, The chorus of crickets, Bees, mites and insects. Amidst the scintillating view Of tall towering pines, Fills our hearts With abiding joy. I throw my arms up Watching the radiance of The morning Sun And give a cry of exhilaration. By Bhakti Sharma

Chaubattia Gardens, Ranikhet

By Bhakti Sharma

Leave me alone

In the dense wild jungle,

Let me stand still

Let me watch

Every tree,

Rooted yet free.

The herbs and shrubs,

The myriads of deodars

The unusually tall surai,

The eucalyptus and poplar,

All wearing a green cloak,

With the pines and oak.

The poison ivy overgrown,

The red flower of the rhododendron.

The apple and plums,

The peaches and chestnuts,

The figs and walnuts.

The jungle berries

The fruitless cherries

All in lovely green attire.

Laden with fruits

Only to be admired.

An eerie silence,

Broken by rattling of leaves,

Below my feet.

All around me

Law of Nature enforced in a jungle,

Followed by trees

Obeyed by the beasts

O what an unforgettable treat!

( 10kms from Ranikhet, Uttar Pradesh, India, Chaubatia is full of gardens and commands a fascinating view of the Himalayas. Spread over 265 acres of land, it is one of the largest horticulture gardens in the country. Bhakti Sharma can be contacted at bhakti_sharma@yahoo.co.uk)

Poem

Flowers in Spring

Me and you
In the lap of the mountains,
Under the watchful eyes
Of Mother Nature
The vast spread of forest
Beckoning us with open arms.

The petunias, the dahlias,

The gladioli, the flocks

The poppies, the hollyhocks.

The butterflies like pansies,

The bridal white of daisies,

The cacti in variety crazy

Intoxicating us with exotic colours

and a vivid mix of fragrance.

The parakeets and pheasants,
The chorus of crickets,
Bees, mites and insects.
Amidst the scintillating view
Of tall towering pines,
Fills our hearts
With abiding joy.

I throw my arms up

Watching the radiance of

The morning Sun

And give a cry of exhilaration.

By Bhakti Sharma

Indian Wildlife Club Ezine (March, 2011)

Poem

Chaubattia Gardens, Ranikhet

Poem

Flowers in Spring