Grasshopper Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

How simply it lives!
I mean a grasshopper -
I am amazed with its antics.
One moment it's on my head,
The next moment it's on the grass
Making fusion of black and green -
Lovely insight, you may call foresight too.
Grasshoppers are philosophers, sort of,
Often jumping into the sky from the ground,
Staying on the ground, it's never grounded.
A man is not so fortunate to have been a grasshopper,
And absorbing the smell of the wet green grass around!
He has a garden to boast of,
But he doesn't live there.
Having possession does not mean having had it,
There the grasshopper outwits,
Making way through the air molecules
Up and down,
Creating vibrations of life:
Its sky and on the ground.