The Life Of A Grass Blade Poem by Khairul Ahsan
The Life Of A Grass Blade
The blades of the green grasses get parched
By the day-long sunlight falling upon them,
Sometimes direct overhead,
Sometimes obliquely, as in the afternoons,
Almost as a daily routine.
From the late afternoon they keep waiting
For the evening to fall,
For the silent descent of the dewdrops,
Unseen by anyone,
Upon their dehydrated bodies.
Their tired bodies refreshed, from midnight on
They get rejuvenated by the slow moistening.
They want these love-drops to linger on them
And get absorbed with each other eternally
Before being dried up by the next morn's sun.
Dhaka
16 October 2017
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Yes, life awakens when moistened by love. Aren't we too as the blades of grass waiting for the dew drops of love when we are parched in the heat of merciless fate and adverse circumstances! ? Loved the theme and the presentation!
I could use some " love-drops" about now; some ice cream would suffice. very nice. to MyPoemList and maybe a list of poems to share if I ever get (around to) to do a 'sharing' again. bri :)
The silent descent of dews! ! Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you dear @Edward Kofi Louis, for reading the poem and leaving a short comment.
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This is a fascinating poem on life with the metaphor of grass blades. How they adapt to all conditions and situations and rise up - is a lesson of life that we all need to learn. The love drops awakens and sustains them to start on a new journey. Thank you Khairul Sahab. I am glad, i came searching for this poem, when i saw it in Bri's poem list of the month.......5 Stars