Blades of grass

on
The blades of grass
Ruffled by my feet
Lie twisted at angles
Broken and incomplete
They will turn dry
And lose their greens
Break off and die
Forget their sheen
Decked by snow
Embraced by earth
Washed by rain
Cleared away off dirt
They will sparkle again
With the dew
Spring will beckon
Their laughter shall renew


Comments

  1. SamuhApril 22, 2012 at 8:03 PM

    I have read an unfinished version of this poem, haven't I?
    Loved it. Hope is a good thing. Like 'Red' said.

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  2. HetalApril 22, 2012 at 9:58 PM

    Thanks for reading and liking it. What made you think its unfinished?
    And, Hope is a dangerous thing...

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  3. SamuhMay 7, 2012 at 1:43 PM

    Ummeeed pe to duniya teeeki hai, madam. Aap kya bol rahi hain?

    Your laughter will renew, soon.

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