Grass Flowers Poem by Saroj Padhi

As dawn writes the story of a receding Spring
on pink petals of little grass flowers in dull swing
autumn leaves drape the earth in an ashen hue
and eyes of morning are filled with tears of dew;

I wander like a wind over the valley of silvery dream,
over Nature covered by a thin blanket of moon beam
over star-lets of morning glory cast in a gentle gleam
where rays from a shaded sun in waves of fog doth swim;

I pick moments of loss from shed petals of lost dreams
from shrunken hands of grass terrified by sounds of blasts
to offer to my Lord seemingly deaf to sad human screams
when white wings of mercy alight from sky in multiple casts;

peace continues to flow like running stream and raining flowers
forcing me to sit in supplication, in awe of sweet divine dowers.