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Anuj Jain

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Cool zephyr blowing O're the forest glades, Besides the rumbling brook My hammock swings Birds chirping melodiously While the butterflies dance Cotton candy fluffy clouds Try to hide the smiling sun Can idyll be somewhere else ••Open For All•• 🔸 To the Participants of our 1 month writing Challenge - "Worddiction!" 🔸 You must write a Pastoral poem. 🔸 This is our 24th task for "Worddiction!" ___________________________________________________

Cool zephyr blowing O're the forest glades, Besides the rumbling brook My hammock swings Birds chirping melodiously While the butterflies dance Cotton candy fluffy clouds Try to hide the smiling sun Can idyll be somewhere else ••Open For All•• 🔸 To the Participants of our 1 month writing Challenge - "Worddiction!" 🔸 You must write a Pastoral poem. 🔸 This is our 24th task for "Worddiction!" ___________________________________________________

Jasmine Saini

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Sweet birds sit and sing on the trees, Buzzing on wildflowers the bees, These sweet sounds invites me to sleep. My grotto is shaded with fruit's trees, My life is surrounded by all these frees, And my verdant hills are white over with sheep. Such a nectar in my streams flow! Beside them, the golden daffodils glow! I seldom have met with any health loss. The landscape with glimmering humble life, Simple tender painting of folklife, Ah! The soft scenes of contentment and ease. Jasmine flowers here wildly grow! Such a wild melody here flow! Life here is like a boss. Sweet birds sit and sing on the trees, Buzzing on wildflowers the bees, These sweet sounds invites me to sleep. My grotto is shaded with fruit's trees, My life is surrounded by all these frees, And my verdant hills are white over with sheep.

Sweet birds sit and sing on the trees, Buzzing on wildflowers the bees, These sweet sounds invites me to sleep. My grotto is shaded with fruit's trees, My life is surrounded by all these frees, And my verdant hills are white over with sheep. Such a nectar in my streams flow! Beside them, the golden daffodils glow! I seldom have met with any health loss. The landscape with glimmering humble life, Simple tender painting of folklife, Ah! The soft scenes of contentment and ease. Jasmine flowers here wildly grow! Such a wild melody here flow! Life here is like a boss. Sweet birds sit and sing on the trees, Buzzing on wildflowers the bees, These sweet sounds invites me to sleep. My grotto is shaded with fruit's trees, My life is surrounded by all these frees, And my verdant hills are white over with sheep.

Het Modi

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just walk with me when the earth-quaks, and I'll hold your hand when the earth cracks. talk with me at the day's end, and I'll be there to talk even after the funeral ends. just look at me whenever rains had, and I'll become the wiping hand. din bhar ki musing hai😬😬😬 ••Open For All•• 🔸 To the Participants of our 1 month writing Challenge - "Worddiction!" 🔸 You must write a Pastoral poem. 🔸 This is our 24th task for "Worddiction!"

just walk with me when the earth-quaks, and I'll hold your hand when the earth cracks. talk with me at the day's end, and I'll be there to talk even after the funeral ends. just look at me whenever rains had, and I'll become the wiping hand. din bhar ki musing hai😬😬😬 ••Open For All•• 🔸 To the Participants of our 1 month writing Challenge - "Worddiction!" 🔸 You must write a Pastoral poem. 🔸 This is our 24th task for "Worddiction!"

Allan Andrews

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Look Upon Nature Mountains are great place of peace; Where souls can feel the source of origin. Being there carefree, one cares all hearts. As eating rusk, men risk their life; They seem to run for feeding life. But no time for them to live in life. Feel wind, hear songs of brook, Then one opens inner eyes of soul, To see freely, not to seek, but to love. Birds live freely in this world, Dogs sleep freely in all streets But still humans struggle and live. Villages sing songs of love Urbans feel it noise though, Thinking mechine sings music. Whole in haste forms a big hole Where one looses heart and soul. So,stand and look on Nature's soul. ••Open For All•• 🔸 To the Participants of our 1 month writing Challenge - "Worddiction!" 🔸 You must write a Pastoral poem. 🔸 This is our 24th task for "Worddiction!" ___________________________________________________

Look Upon Nature Mountains are great place of peace; Where souls can feel the source of origin. Being there carefree, one cares all hearts. As eating rusk, men risk their life; They seem to run for feeding life. But no time for them to live in life. Feel wind, hear songs of brook, Then one opens inner eyes of soul, To see freely, not to seek, but to love. Birds live freely in this world, Dogs sleep freely in all streets But still humans struggle and live. Villages sing songs of love Urbans feel it noise though, Thinking mechine sings music. Whole in haste forms a big hole Where one looses heart and soul. So,stand and look on Nature's soul. ••Open For All•• 🔸 To the Participants of our 1 month writing Challenge - "Worddiction!" 🔸 You must write a Pastoral poem. 🔸 This is our 24th task for "Worddiction!" ___________________________________________________

Miss xyz

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We all are exceptional, and so is our nature. It's beauty is not constricted, but my eyes just need to capture. The flow of cascades and the sound of wind, is always pinned and no way to prescind. From chirping of birds to the humming of bees, I can feel the life of nature in the vast seas. From the attitude of the sun to the simplicity of the moon, All I can feel its brightness in every tune. Greenery with grace, fill me with power with the oxygenated air, my soul gets empower. Manifest and evidence of creation is beyond expression, Beyond all secrets this is our greatest possession. We all are exceptional, and so as our nature. It's beauty is not constricted, but my eyes just need to capture. The flow of cascades and the sound of wind, is always pinned and no way to prescind. From chirping of birds to the humming of bees, I can feel the life of nature in the vast seas. From the attitude of the sun to the simplicity of the moon,

We all are exceptional, and so is our nature. It's beauty is not constricted, but my eyes just need to capture. The flow of cascades and the sound of wind, is always pinned and no way to prescind. From chirping of birds to the humming of bees, I can feel the life of nature in the vast seas. From the attitude of the sun to the simplicity of the moon, All I can feel its brightness in every tune. Greenery with grace, fill me with power with the oxygenated air, my soul gets empower. Manifest and evidence of creation is beyond expression, Beyond all secrets this is our greatest possession. We all are exceptional, and so as our nature. It's beauty is not constricted, but my eyes just need to capture. The flow of cascades and the sound of wind, is always pinned and no way to prescind. From chirping of birds to the humming of bees, I can feel the life of nature in the vast seas. From the attitude of the sun to the simplicity of the moon,

ujjwal pratap singh

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Shall I compare thee to a minister of grace Although you are not a preache But my life you impact sweet memories beyond imagination At your alter I feel the warmth of your speech Which you render lastly with a grace of comfort As I silently whisper to your silent heart wishes For I am your only congregation and need the presence of communication For thou have built yourself a place of worship If only thee read thy love letter like the Bible But thou is committed to singing the hymn of love And when the holy place seems heavenly The more I want more of your spiritual culture and revelations The more my sins seems to aggravate And constantly making me yell to devil Of course I cannot let go my confession As I finally say my Lords prayer And then i am lost in my own thought of salvation ••Open For All•• 🔸 To the Participants of our 1 month writing Challenge - "Worddiction!" 🔸 You must write a Pastoral poem. 🔸 This is our 24th task for "Worddiction!" ___________________________________________________

Shall I compare thee to a minister of grace Although you are not a preache But my life you impact sweet memories beyond imagination At your alter I feel the warmth of your speech Which you render lastly with a grace of comfort As I silently whisper to your silent heart wishes For I am your only congregation and need the presence of communication For thou have built yourself a place of worship If only thee read thy love letter like the Bible But thou is committed to singing the hymn of love And when the holy place seems heavenly The more I want more of your spiritual culture and revelations The more my sins seems to aggravate And constantly making me yell to devil Of course I cannot let go my confession As I finally say my Lords prayer And then i am lost in my own thought of salvation ••Open For All•• 🔸 To the Participants of our 1 month writing Challenge - "Worddiction!" 🔸 You must write a Pastoral poem. 🔸 This is our 24th task for "Worddiction!" ___________________________________________________