Grass notes

On a morning of bedewed grass
A bare walk hardly leaves notes
Only bird notes from park trees.
The grass cowers in wet silence,
But raises its heads once a while
Its wetness tingling the underfoot
A painful thorn peeps some times
From shadows hid in self-respect.

A noisy nose on the green bench
Dumps a breath of fresh dirty air
But takes much more of green air.
A broken lawn-mower lies listless
Throwing up its hands in despair
Powerless to cut grass pride to size.
Winter-cold feet barely manage
To squish in its bleary-eyed upper
Submissiveness flying away before
The water sprinkler gets them.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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