Sunday, March 31, 2013


Perhaps I am only a grass 
Living on the top of this hill 
Trees here may think 
They are taller than me 
Million , trillion and zillion 
But they are beneath me 
As they cannot survive on the top 
Don’t have me any fear on hurricanes 
Heavy rains or floods 
I am always safe here. 
Indeed I am the first one here 
Blessed with the first ray of sun 
And it is me the first get a feeling 
Of a feather touch as soon as Moon 
Appears and I am always happy 
As getting the kisses of Breez continually 
Decorated with golden pearls at morning 
And brighten with a silver crown at night 
I am living here as a queen 
But the world always calls me as a grass 


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  2. This piece is truly sad and moving..very nice


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