Raison d'etre
This poem is inspired by Mary Oliver's poem " The Summer Day ." I have borrowed 1, 4, 11, 16-19 Who made the world? With different skin and structure living together in this cosmic aperture fulfilling their own called ventures; amidst them all I found one such friend—the grasshopper. This grasshopper, I mean— one with a green coat, long green hopping appendages and bright bulging globe with compounded lens covering wider panes; often seen taking leaps from one green blade to another. Donned in humbleness it approached with folded limbs offering a prayer wish. So, please don't question what is it searching for among the green blades or basking on a green. Sometimes daydreaming and wandering in thoughts might seem waste of time and a useless deed for a fast-paced world of ours. Don't be blinded by these standards which are nowhere universal; for every individual is unique with unreplicable idiosyncrasy that leads them into their generativity. Now, once I know this ...