The Emerald Grass and The Divine Love Poem by Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair

The Emerald Grass and The Divine Love

Rating: 5.0


This emerald grass in the valley
stays in silent prayers all nights
With extended begging hands
For love eternal and immaculate

Last lap of the night takes adieu
The winter fog doesn't chill my body
And despair can't freeze the soul
I stay and pray in deep firm faith

The sun with the warm hands
Caresses me, and murmurs softly
The breeze into my ears, 'Its day,
Wake from the penance and look'.

I open my eyes and to my surprise
I behold the drop of dew in my hands
Dazzling and gleaming and I realise
It is not a dew drop but your divine love.

Tuesday, August 9, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: Love,devotion
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Even the neglected grass has a soul and its prayers are rewarded
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Dillip K Swain 09 August 2022

A fascinating poem with beautiful imagery. I loved the poet's imagination of dew drops. Top score and to my favourite.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 04 October 2022

Revisiting this beautiful poem that focuses on love and devotion. Your great faith in the Lord always shines. Very inspiring.

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Thank you very much. As you have pointed out it's our devotion to God that makes us inspired

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Susan Williams 04 September 2022

a lovely and loving God poem---beautiful lines and well chosen descriptives from a God-loving soul---excellent and worthy of five star rating

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Thank you very much. God's love alone can make us worthy

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Evelyn Judy Buehler 11 August 2022

Such beautiful images, evoking God's love for all creation.5 stars.

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Thank you dear poet. God's love and His gifts are sometimes surprising

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 11 August 2022

Loved the title - Emerald Grass & divine love.....Top score & to my favourite

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It's the gift of God to give the neglected grass the colour of Emerald and the pearls of dew drops

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 11 August 2022

Lovely poem dear Poet. Whether cold or heat, the soul is never affected. It remains in its true self of pure, divine love. love.

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