</>Tiny Corn Seed
Fell on Tank`s top
In small dust bed
Got Rain Bless
Opened Eyes Slowly
It was not a field!
It was not a Bullock cart
And was not a Farmer
A Vigilent Warrior
Of a Battle field!
It sloly closed
It`s Tiny eyes
Once in these fields are full of green and growing grains now?
good idea...skillfully differently told...good work, Vinod...10
a wonderful story and insight into the life and potential of the corn seed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very poignant. Your poetic vision is 20/20. Kind regards, Sandra