All the small lives stay inside it
Some stay on it…
All the big lives rest on it…
In summer light it shines
In the winter night it cools
And in the winter noon it sheds…
For a wondering masters
It acts as a resting room…
It gives beauty…
Without it there might not be beauty
With it also they look ugly…
After a long walk
On the winter night
I lay on it…
All my stress & tensions
Were thrown off
What is it???
Nothing but a green grass.
All around it seems to be a weed
But for some it is a habitat
And for me it is a bed!!
The bed on the earth…
Which reveals me from my pain…
It strengthens me…
With its spongy touch…
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Author:
nikhil PS (Pseudonym) (
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Great
awesome !!
to unify with nature . words are flowing straight .keep on. i d like to read more of ur . i like it great.
Dear Nikhil, Your poem is outstanding.You portryed the beauty of nature very well.You are very very young but you are going to be a great poet.I have rated your poem with a 10.
yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
thank u! thank u! i want to be a great poet.... but im scared that...... "do my poems have the potential to be published"..... and i want my poems to be publish in journals... can u help me for that...???
I LOVE the picture with it! It is a very nice, interesting piece about the grass.....fascinatingly, since you wrote it on grass....the Word of God says that "All flesh is as grass..."....interesting, isn't that ?
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