Wednesday, 11 February 2015


Picture: Google
A blade of grass in the meadow
In the breeze it waves ceaselessly
Gently with rhythm in the morning air
In the afternoon it sways as vigorously.

An ant walks on to the tip of the grass
As if to survey the whereabouts of its members
With its antennae alert on all its sensors
For it lost its path and cannot remember.

Then a drop of rain falls from the sky
And it rolls slowly to the grass tip bent low
A bumble bee came buzzing past and a
Butterfly rode in wind to see what’s the glow.

The water drop falls finally to the ground
On to the back of the ant passing by
A cow came grazing but, missed the blade
To the setting sun the blade of grass waved good bye.

Gyembo Namgyal
February 11, 2015 11:10 PM


  1. Nice poem sir. Always glad to read great write-up of your blog. Hope all is well with you. keep sharing sir.

    1. thank you Norbu sir, Everything good here la. Thanks for your kind words. Have a good day.