What does a grasshopper think about his life?

k-balachandran Poems

Freedom was, that field of grass, tall and verdant, undulating rapturously, hand in hand- with wind's sinuous dance. The grass hopper ruled it all, his mind, knew limits, not once, in his life, he was a wild horse, in the jungle of grass, **but a great regret he had, gnawing his heart, like malicious cancer cells that would eat away all his grace, he tried and tried but never could whistle, not even a haunting note, like a nightingale.** His consort would try to soothe him, with words "How you make me swoon, with your soulful croon!" his eyes would turn bloodshot, she would then back off, feeling left out, not able to share pain. *" Grass hoppers are left with no hopes- they are a cheated lot, left to rot"* he audaciously believed, his face remained always, cadaverously grim. A boy and a girl, who ran away together, reached there, to escape the torturous world tasting freedom for the first time, stood watching the grass hopper- with admiring eyes, and hope brimming in their hearts, they were so charmed by the green freedom he seemed to enjoy! Here, the wind swept grasslands, looking up to the heavens, were a world apart, even the muck didn't look crude! **"Look at that grasshopper, bless him, how carefree, he is I wish I could be like him" She wistfully said.**