GRASS HAS A VOICE

I lie flat on the ground
To sun myself in quest for words on nature
From a side I am surprised
For boldly here a strand of grass grows
Bewitched by a strand of grass
To look it is as firm as sword
To touch it is as soft as fair ladies
Glittering in the sun
It speaks much of the unknown-
Cruelty of human on nature:
A school boy spits on it
Washes his unpolished shoes over
Where dews hangs losely
Words and wonders fill my leaves
So I vow to carry its words
To my fellow school friends
Who dont know
I make friend with grass
There it lies happily for whole days
Even grass has a voice
Save, my friends, but my green friends.

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