Melting Grass.
We are a good, not at all
seditious bunch
of grass.
Silly, stuff, cordoned off,
getting unduly drenched,
in the flooding waters,
overpowering rains that
mercilessly sweep us all,
immersed, we get decayed.
Yet, in golden summer days,
We are segregated ,divided
to accommodate fresh,
green leaves ,in between,
how mercenary they are!
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