A Leaf Of Grass Poem by Ravi Panamanna

In a reckless moment
Pastures are gone.
Life remains so profane,
Man, what is your ultimate gain?

As the meadows are lost
Where is our toast?
For every drop and every grain
Man will undergo enough strain.

Where are the rain clouds?
Where are the shady groves?
Our axe has swallowed our roots
Greed has dug our very molds.

Whispering brooks
Singing birds
Rustling wind-
Life has enough in her fold.

Where is our last post?
Where will end our heat and dust?
Don’t you see the sinking dales?
Don’t you feel for a leaf of grass?

Life is very simple,
Nature gives us ample.
If our views are fine
Harvests will be done on time.
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03rd April 2013