"As I walk along
this patch of footwalk
this wasted trail
that laid trampled for years
I saw a tall grass nearby
standing straight and alone
I knew eventually that
through the passing of time
this tract of grass was
left unspoken and untouched
there are no kind words
to nurture it by
there are no sweet
remembrances to say
nor can anyone
kindle it with love...
except for this poetry
this little grass that stands
as I left this place
will wither and will be unheard
of forever."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is just like little grass but more valuable and this carries knowledge and broader message for society. A thoughtful poem is excellently penned...10
Thank you for your very nice comment Mr Mahakul