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Suniti Namjoshi
Grass Blade
Grass Blade
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."
© 2006, Suniti Namjoshi
From: Sycorax: New Fables and Poems
Publisher: Penguin Books India, New Delhi
From: Sycorax: New Fables and Poems
Publisher: Penguin Books India, New Delhi
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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."
From: Sycorax: New Fables and Poems
Grass Blade
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