To the Blade of Grass
The poem in a nutshell Nothing can be considered to be trivial in this world. Even a blade of glass should be given importance. It, too, has the potential to teach us a grand lesson. It teaches us how to feel blissful even in the midst of complete turmoil. Bliss is purely internal. It is holy. Even though the grasses are trodden on by the mass, they never do lose their internal bliss. So, we have to stay calm and composed even in the midst of obstacles. Only then will we be competent enough to feel spiritually rich and happy. Therefore, as a thanksgiving note, this little poem has been addressed to the glorious blade of grass. The poem -- "To the Blade of Grass" I learn from you, O, blade of grass; Trodden are you By the mass. You stay at calm; You stay at peace; You silently hum, "You can't snatch my bliss". These are all Sublime virtues; Your sweet call Turns my heart loose. Stay at calm, In utmost peace; I, too,