The soft rays of the morning sun seemed to illuminate the grassy meadow, shaking the grass out of its slumber. Bathed in fresh dew, the green grass seem to leap out in bunches from every corner of the meadow, laughing at the azure sky, inviting the world to share in its joy. Suddenly, I want to roll in the grass, rub its varying shades of green all over me and smell like the grass. I want to be born as a blade of grass, live in the meadow, under the care of the sun, moon and the stars. Morning light… A blade of grass Fires my imagination. PS : Inspiration drawn from a poem titled "Grass" by a great modern Bengali Poet Jibananda Das.
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Eek. Don’t grow too quickly, or you’re for the chop 🤣
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😂 Yes….that risk is there.
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Lekhata darun hoyeche! 😊
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Bhalo legeche? Onek dhonyobaad. 😊🙏
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Stunning haibun, Goutam! Your use of imagery is lovely.
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Hello Eugenia…Am so happy to know that you like it. The poet, Jibananda Das, was apparently well- known for his imagery. When I had read the original poem of his, the use of his imagery had actually stunned me to some extent. He talks of tearing the grass with his teeth and also savouring the green shades like a glass of sherbet. He expresses a desire of being born to a grass mother. 😊
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His poetry sounds amazing!
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Beautifully written.. epic visuals.. I too rolled in the grass as I read.
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Am honoured! Thank you so much. 😊🙏
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My pleasure 😇
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Beautiful Goutam. I hope you rolled on the grass 😍
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😀 Used to a lot in childhood.
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We should remain childlike all our lives 🤩
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