How cool and calm flow the clouds
Wending their way to the north
When August spreads her soft pinions
Kheemchand Koli, an emerging poet and writer from Sindh province of Pakistan, shares his poetry
Kheemchand Koli is an emerging poet and writer. Professionally, he is a high school teacher from Khipro town of Sindh, Pakistan. He embarked on literary journey in 2020. He has been an active member of multiple poetic platforms and his poetry has won several accolades on global poetry platforms. He has contributed to several international anthologies and magazines. He loves writing on nature, beauty, love, spirituality, patriotism and social issues.
A Muse on August
How cool and calm flow the clouds
Wending their way to the north
When August spreads her soft pinions
The sun sinks behind the clouds
The day becomes breezy and blissful
Summer’s sultry wind no more burns
Peasants toil tirelessly on the fields
The meadows are garbed in green
There are birds and butterflies
Flitting in the free sky savoring
The soothing air of fading summer
Herds of sheep and goats browsing
On the vast grasslands appear glee
The bells on their necks ring rhythmically
Marveling the music and melodies
In the drizzling droplets of August days
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Shelley
Nature’s noble voice
Poetic reverence I pay
To thee for all soothing songs
You sang in nature’s embrace
Oozing with bounty and refulgent romance of vernal treasures
You are gatherer of beauty’s richest store in the Elysian realms
Your words are nourishment
To my flowering wealth
Your stirring verses awaken
In the temple of my heart
Murmuring music of dewy glade
The dulcet charms of floral bowers
All wholesome harmonies
Converge in the cavern of my heart
When I immerse in your tuneful art
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Rain Rhymes
Sitting by the window, I feel
The rain-born breeze blowing softly
Touching and tickling
The sleek rain-drenched fluttering leaves
Trees and bushes feel
Gleeful and gay
Dancing in the drizzling rain
Quenching their long thirst
Doves and nightingales
Perched among the dripping boughs
Shake their drenching feathers dry
Kids playing on rain soaked sand
Is a sight to be seen
There is a feel of fragrance
Of refreshing rain
All cheers the driving rain
Rain is a blessing in desert lands
Grasslands get greenery
Prosperity it brings to the land
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Come Hither
Come hither for a while
Here you can commune
With nature’s vibrant voices
Sight scenes savoring eyes
Rich greenery gladdening heart
Sit by me on the soft silken sand
Away from all deafening dins
Away from the suffocating sentiments
Come hither for a while
Hear what the waves are whispering
Hear what the winds are warbling
Watch the rapturous flights
Of water birds over the silvery lake
Feel the felicity of fluttering butterflies
Over the summer’s balmy buds
Read the rhythmic rustling of leaves
Of the grove along the shore
Come hither for a while
Sit by me on the soft silken sand
See the dance of the dragonflies
In the August’s ebbing twilight
See the glistening shadow
Of the saffron sun playing on silvery waters
Come hither for a while
Sit by me on the soft silken sand
To relish the rich stores
Of nature’s ravishing charms
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