The other day
a little tiny grass
at the farthest South-East corner
of the lawn told, look gentleman;
why do you shy away?
You are not alien to this soil
You are a stranger well known
You neither belong to this nor that soil
whether you are here or there
You are every where
You know or not,
the feelings of us you share
that we do care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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