Grass Blade Poem by Suniti Namjoshi
Grass Blade
As the first blade bends,
Grass Blade murmurs,
'I bend, but do not break.'
Foot
keeps coming down.
Passionate Grass Blade
mounts a campaign:
Grass blades henceforth
to be made of glass.
Feet henceforth
to travel shoeless.
People walk away —
Why get hurt?
Oak Tree observes,
'Feet are not relevant.'
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4/23/2024 5:59:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Absolutely brilliant! Grass blades henceforth to be made of grass..fascinating imaginative faculty..! !