The Meadows. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
The Meadows.
The green velvety grass land,
Sway back and forth with band,
I am a seed with the woody gene,
Dispersed in various meadows of greens,
Alpine is so steep with pride and intelligence,
Even I sprout and can't hold the terrain,
Elevated people may have the wisdom,
Trees seldom find solace in such stardom.
Prairies are my next target,
Where I want to try my luck,
Caught with notorious angry wildfire,
Thirsty drought, no life tree can prosper.
When coastal meadows are full of salty sweats,
The desert meadows are hot tempered,
Wet meadows are full of river of tears,
Not compatible for me to grow and fruit.
Not suitable for me to have life and laughter.
veeraiyah subbulakshmi ji very beautiful poem about forests and nature. Really there is a concern for world environment. Well written full marks 10.
An enjoyable read, one poor woody seed trying to find a home, beautiful write.
The meadows are the grasslands where we can't find woody trees, because the soil and the climate are not suitable for the trees to grow such places. In this poem I liked to compare human characters to that of the meadows insufficiency and the lack of human relationship.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Oh towering tree! Where will you finally have your roots? ? ? Indeed a great poem! !