When the blades of grass
Harbor snakes that slither
But are unseen
The waves in my mind
Gravitate to a vortex
Of what is not, but should have been
I scour the earth, weed out the green
No reptile to be found
And the vortex too turns out to be
Aripple, and not what it was
When I was down
Welcome to Poem Hunter! A very good poem.. enjoyed your precise expression..10
A sublime start with a nice poem, Rajesh. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful piece of poetry nicely encapsulated with insight. Thanks for sharing Rajesh.