Grass Poem by Susanta Pattnayak

A cool winter morning, dawn
gently approaching the doorstep, when
I set to the open
surprised, to see my lawn, turn
into a bed of silvery droplets, shine
like glittering pearls under the golden sun.

Oh, tears!
Feet dipped, hands soaked
eyes filled with drips of tears! !

In a green velvety night gown,
posture as gracious as the graceful queen
small little flowers her royal crown,
rising from her princely bed, fresh as the spring,
the beautiful princess, spotless and flawless beauty,
served with her soft flexing hands,
the pearl droplets of tears.

Love me or hate me
Cut me or mow me
crush me, weed me out of your life, but
leave me as a grass at your feet, shall n't I
sooth your eyes, solace your heart, forever provide
comfort to your life.

Give me a name, savanna, pampas, zoysia or a turf
dry me to a hay or a straw, but
leave me as a grass at your feet, in your garden
in the deserts, in the forests, shall n't I
embrace life, make an oasis, provide
warmth and accord life to more lives.

My fair little princess, my cute little love
humble and petty, dejected and deprived
on the ground, though you live
dare I say, at my feet
when you win my heart
for your selfless immense sacrifice.