Grass Pride – By Devadevan

Is it its immaculate state?
Is it being rooted in loves great plane?
Is it the gleaming brilliance on
donning the sun on its head?
Is it the rich realization that
it has nothing more to possess?
its gracious blissfulness?
Is it the wonder of being a minute speed bump?
The pride of this grass
that has come alive this dawn.


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