A Slight Trace Of Sorrow Poem by Onon Sarker

I was rising high and high
Getting over all ridiculous shy
Singing, dancing and drenching
Passing every moment in joy
I was a grass with a tiny stalk
Growing along the railway track

Once a train was coming with whistling
Don't know why i was so exciting
Kept my ear just beside the line
To hear the whistle; just fine
Wind spun my head over the track
Beheaded my head within a sec
I was crying for the day through
That was a slight trace of sorrow.