
Georgics are poetry and books dealing with agricultural and rural themes, generally glorifying outdoor work and rustic country living. Check this out to read all you need to know about this poetic form.



I wrote this poem after I returned from a weekend hiking trip. I have been going hiking since I was a child. But looks like the old charm of the mountains is lost. They are not the same. People have destroyed the cleanliness and sanctity there.




Himalaya is not only a mountain range,it’s much more to it. It’s a home to various chionophiles. It’s most important when it comes to climate of lands near by. It’s a heaven for people who are nature lovers and mountain lovers.




We all have raised by our mother nature. We the humans are known as the best creature. Sometimes the inhumane activities hurt our mother nature deeply & she brakes her silence through forming calamities.




I’d wander and often adrift Only to pursue tranquility and escape Being able to liberate words of a poet Cascades of which flow alongside the lakes I’d often meander amidst wilderness That embrace ever-flowing…




Every time I wake up it makes me so happy to have the Sun above my head. The best thing about going to the beach is the suntan. But sunblock is important too.




If you’re going to waste your time. You should think about refusing to listen to those sounds of wind chimes.




” It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, the holy time is quiet as the Nun…..” – William Wordsworth The following lines are a source of inspiration for me to write the poem.




Will my lungs ever get accustomed to the technological advancement that is taking place at the cost of environment? In this poem the lungs of the speaker talks to him. The lungs that were once green are all died up now.




Robert Frost chooses the best alternative as a mode of destruction if the world had to end this moment. He chooses the better mode from amongst ‘fire’ and ‘ice’. He is also giving justification for his choice.

