Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The Meadows. - Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The green velvety grass land,
Sway back and forth with band,
I am a seed with the woody gene,
Dispersed in various meadows of greens,
Alpine is so steep with pride and intelligence,
Even I sprout and can't hold the terrain,
Elevated people may have the wisdom,
Trees seldom find solace in such stardom.
Prairies are my next target,
Where I want to try my luck,
Caught with notorious angry wildfire,
Thirsty drought, no life tree can prosper.
When coastal meadows are full of salty sweats,
The desert meadows are hot tempered,
Wet meadows are full of river of tears,
Not compatible for me to grow and fruit.
Not suitable for me to have life and laughter.

Comments about The Meadows. by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

  • Valsa George (8/15/2012 3:32:00 AM)

    Oh towering tree! Where will you finally have your roots? ? ? Indeed a great poem! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Valerie Dohren (8/14/2012 12:36:00 PM)

    Wonderful poem, very descriptive and full of imagery. (Report) Reply

  • Dr. Yogesh Sharma (8/12/2012 12:31:00 AM)

    veeraiyah subbulakshmi ji very beautiful poem about forests and nature. Really there is a concern for world environment. Well written full marks 10. (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilson (8/11/2012 10:34:00 AM)

    An enjoyable read, one poor woody seed trying to find a home, beautiful write. (Report) Reply

  • (8/11/2012 12:30:00 AM)

    The meadows are the grasslands where we can't find woody trees, because the soil and the climate are not suitable for the trees to grow such places. In this poem I liked to compare human characters to that of the meadows insufficiency and the lack of human relationship. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 10, 2012

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