The Grass is Always Green : a Poem

My valley has withered in wilderness

Happy days have fallen into the darkness of night

Here down in my valley grass wags its smile in gray delight

And over there in those distant horizons of the other land

On the other side of the river

the days are happier in grassy green

always blooming and blushing in thousand delights

Over there the nights are more happier than the brighter suns

Happier than happy is greener than green

the grasshopper chasing the shadows of the raining sky

leafy silence swaying in twinkling stars

On the other side of the river tears flowing in mystic twilight

As if it is cheering in tears of everlasting jay and beauty

Why is my valley sighing in deathly silence?

Why there is no grass wagging in tufts of happiness?

My heart aches for thee, oh my love

Take me into your arms

Take me over there in your world of verdant splendour

Where you frolic like a fairy girl

your dancing feet touching the smell of my heart

Over there, on the other side of the river

You kiss the nectar of flowers

where the grass is greener than green

and happier than happy is the night in blazing suns

Days are more brighter than the looming darkness

When you traverse through many lightyears.

Give thy hand of love

Give me slice of your good harvest

I will sow the seeds of your soul in my valley

My valley is a desert of failing wishes

When I cry for your love again and again

You give me happier than happy of days and nights

greener than green is your breadth of your whole sky

Here in my everlasting days and nights

Here on this side of the river, the gray moon whimpers in soliloquy

No breezy peace hears the sound of my breath

Flowers never whisper, dews never drop on their petals

I wonder whether there will be grass again

Whether the grass will ever be blooming in green again

Whether the sunshine will knock at my cherry orchard

the honeybees making love with the grass

the rhythms of the moon falling over the tide

the rivulets singing in interlude

Cry, my love, cry for me

Give me thy hand of blessings

I will love you to see the days and nights over there

Happier than happy, greener than green.

Over there

On the other side of the river

Still there is grass, the valley is green

Still there is hope and happiness

Always greener than green is the grass

Over there still the grasshopper frolics as ever

Still the burning desire is strewn with the flowers of life

As if the grass will never be withering

As if the rustling of leaves will ever be resembling

Happier than happy, greener than green

Over to over there, the grass is always greener than green.