Grass Poem by Dr Harish Yadav

In a land covered with blooming flowers,
I was born in the past as grass.
I heard that time also,
The sound of your flute made of brass.


When the eyes of the soul opened,
I became relaxed with surprise.
Because of that wave of excitement,
I could extend myself to the sky.


Merged into the fragmented garland,
My face became a lotus in dreamland.
Soil covered me in the past.
I will not free that soil
As my lotus disintegrates last.


O Lord! Give me such height
That my hands could reach heaven,
But still be able to stay on the soil,
Whenever I dream, whenever it's proven.