Dreading the worst, I stepped into my garden
steeling myself for a situation grave...
after lastnight's rainblast
fearing for my saplings small
big ones did not merit my fear
but stood still I.....
The saplings seemed refreshed as after a coffee
big ones shone with greenery,
if green could
and the lawn seemed perfect
I need not fear...
as Almighty cares
I need not fear for my young ones too
as the Almighty that cares for THEM
cares for MINE too
nice Ratna...the way you bring in your theme is really nice...superb presentation technique...poetic intelligence...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sweet prayer in trust and faith. CP