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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=451263" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thanksgiving! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=451263" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A few drops of rain; <br>Multi coloured little grass flowers<br>Come out of earth, <br>And saplings of Peepul<br>Raise their head with cheer<br>On a cobbled path, <br>Or stick their neck<br>Out from crevices<br>In concrete walls.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=451263" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Is it a gesture of <br>Thanksgiving<br>For answering its prayers<br>After a relentless summer? <br>Oh, how wondrous <br>Is nature! <br>It has a great sense of timing<br>And subtle humour.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=451263" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But I fear to tread at dawn<br>On wet grass… know <br>The flowers will <br>Get crushed under my feet, <br>Yet not complain.<br>Perplexed, <br>I ponder, sitting <br>On a wrought iron bench<br>in the lawn.<br>Had an uncanny feeling<br>They couldn't care less.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a></strong></div>

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