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Despondence

I am a little blade of grass
In the desert of life
Trying to fathom what the world, for me, has
Other than misery and strife

I try to survive everyday
Trying not to wilt
Will I live to see another day
Or towards death, will I tilt

Don't have a friendly pat or a lover's caress
In this desert, barren and vast
Not even with a smile does anybody bless
Nor a kind look does anyone cast

As I try to hide my little tears
Beneath tiny drops of dew
I yearn for just a day sans my fears
Just a day with a happy hue

But the scorching sun burns relentless
To it, my life is nothing but a farce
I draw in my last breath, in this world merciless
What was I after all? Just a blade of grass

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 10/8/2018 11:06:00 AM

What a wonderful extended metaphor, Manoj. Really, really touching. A FAV for me. Best wishes, Gershon

Manoj Kumar
Date: 10/9/2018 1:30:00 AM

Thank you Gershon

Karam Misra

Date: 7/9/2018 9:53:00 PM

A very touching and sad poem, Manoj. Can feel the angst while reading the poem. I can see the blade of grass pushing through the hard encrusted earth bravely striving against all odds of scorching heat and drought. ~kcm

Manoj Kumar
Date: 10/9/2018 1:30:00 AM

Thank You Sir

Subimal Sinha-Roy

Date: 5/29/2018 11:42:00 PM

Very nicely penned, touching the heart.

Manoj Kumar
Date: 5/31/2018 12:43:00 AM

Thank you Subimal

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/29/2018 6:23:00 PM

Oh, my, you personified both a plant AND a feeling so well here. I love this. Fave!

Manoj Kumar
Date: 5/31/2018 12:43:00 AM

Thank you Andrea