My City Poem by Vishal Sharma

Walking on the dry grass
with blades kissing the feet
a hevenly air wept all across
clouds will welcome my presence

peace rules even in such chois
and no trace of any being so found
grass and grass everywhere on ground
when speak anything, talk to ownself

such figure of a city i have imagined
to frame such a deep quality of motion
city full of happiness and joy and pleasure
once it will happen, i am sure