Why is it that I get crushed everytime when the work is done,
extracting every drop of juice from my fibrous stem ,
you leave me dried and shrivelled, lying dead somewhere.
How beautiful I look while Iam alive,
swinging ,swaying in the fields,
flourishing and prospering in the green…
(photo:picstopin.com)
Soothing to eyes ,serene to feel,
freshness to experience the palpate,
long slender leaves of mine…
have you ever watched me from the hill behind,
Iam a vast expanse of verdancy ,
In your brown shaded planet dying…
Or like an innocent heart squeezed
to lose its shape….
In the organic structure of a Homo sapien!
soumyav 