She stood mesmerized by the sight of
ignite between the grassy land and the falling rain.

As the first droplets of drizzling rain
approached lawn to kiss the grass.

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"मैं स्वतंत्र हूं और इसलिए मैं खो गया हूं।"
बेकार जीवन में सुख है
एकांत तट पर एक उत्साह है,
एक ऐसा समाज है, जहां कोई दखल नहीं देता,
गहरे अंधेरे के द्वारा,
और उसकी गर्जना में संगीत:
मैं हमेशा शोर-शराबे से निकलकर
कहीं दूर अकेला बैठना चाहता हूँ।, "

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If poetry is tree,
my write ups are grass.
They won't give you shade
on sunny days,
but you would enjoy
the softness
when you walk on.

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Isn't it strange
How your idea of happy
Differs from that of mine but
We somehow always manage
To consider the set of grass
On the opposite side greener
And don't focus on nourishing
The ones that are on our side?

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Anyway, I realise I've deflected
off subject. But I really just
wanted to talk about the grass
on this playground.

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LOVE is a beautiful path...on which you need to walk several times...
..never allow GRASSES to grow on this path..

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Plastic flowers, these.

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Stretching they awaken
A soft breeze guides them…

Grounded ever rest
Reaching all around them

Singing to the trees and they sing back,
Dancing with leaves and they dance too…

So long; so green, arise to the sky.
So long; so green, dance till the night

Because when the forest sleeps,
You remain awake, dancing with time.

When the wild dreams,
You open your arms, to dance with me.

So close your eyes just this once
Dancing green, and dance with me blindly.

Because only you can sleep dreamlessly,
And always find me.

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The little grass
wouldn't bow
to the gales
As the way
they do to
gentle breezes.

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The grass beneath my feet isn't green anymore. It probably never was. But it wasn't dead either.

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