we’re all grasses in a field
different shades
swaying in the wind
caressed by a dogs furs
or dumped on by his shit
and we let ants pass through
and let our earth be churned by worms
enjoying the minutest tectonic shift to the actual earth
still it’s important for our life
the adversity offered by the soil turners
helps in growth
or character
I don’t know
they say something along those lines,
but let’s go ahead swaying under
the winds of the city
carrying with them the ashes of, dreams-
fulfilled
and crushed.
we sense it all in an attempt
to make sense
and realise that
our soil is poor
we could have done more
but we were stuck with thinking
the grass is greener on the other side
the grass is greener on the other side…
-Tanmay