Surrounded by trees <br />situated near a pond <br />lies there a tiny land <br />that remained always barren <br />being barren not its fault <br />belittled it felt for not of any use <br />not a grass it could grow <br />to attract the cattle <br />not a bush it could grow <br />to attract any birds <br />grief it felt thinking of its plight <br />to God it sent all its grievance <br />next day came a man <br />with a bag full of grains <br />scattered the grains that he brought <br />all through the stretch <br />moments within assembled there <br />multiples of birds and squirrels <br />to feast on the grains <br />strewn all over barren land <br />a daily routine then after <br />is the scene till now <br />left in ecstasy is our barren land <br />for finding a meaning in its existence<br /><br />Somanathan Iyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/barren-land-4/
