Grasshopper

 

 

Ode

An ode to simple dreams

Of the common man

A psalm of celibacy

For rites to land

And air and all the fishes there

Winter the wisdom of warmth

And shelter for the heart

A thousand prayers to Allah

And his thriving host

Dead when the mist of morn

Does chill and shards

Are broken off

Cracked at the seals fine line

We all joined hands

And celebrated the birth

Of the new earth

And still the tears would not come