Field Poem by Vinod Kumar U K
Field
</>Tiny Corn Seed
Fell on Tank`s top
In small dust bed
Got Rain Bless
Opened Eyes Slowly
It was not a field!
It was not a Bullock cart
And was not a Farmer
A Vigilent Warrior
Of a Battle field!
It sloly closed
It`s Tiny eyes
Once in these fields are full of green and growing grains now?
good idea...skillfully differently told...good work, Vinod...10
a wonderful story and insight into the life and potential of the corn seed
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4/24/2024 8:26:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very poignant. Your poetic vision is 20/20. Kind regards, Sandra