The blades of the green grasses get parched
By the day-long sunlight falling upon them,
Sometimes direct overhead,
Sometimes obliquely, as in the afternoons,
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Yes, life awakens when moistened by love. Aren't we too as the blades of grass waiting for the dew drops of love when we are parched in the heat of merciless fate and adverse circumstances! ? Loved the theme and the presentation!
I could use some " love-drops" about now; some ice cream would suffice. very nice. to MyPoemList and maybe a list of poems to share if I ever get (around to) to do a 'sharing' again. bri :)
The silent descent of dews! ! Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you dear @Edward Kofi Louis, for reading the poem and leaving a short comment.
This is a fascinating poem on life with the metaphor of grass blades. How they adapt to all conditions and situations and rise up - is a lesson of life that we all need to learn. The love drops awakens and sustains them to start on a new journey. Thank you Khairul Sahab. I am glad, i came searching for this poem, when i saw it in Bri's poem list of the month.......5 Stars