All the small lives stay inside it
Some stay on it…
All the big lives rest on it…
In summer light it shines
In the winter night it cools
And in the winter noon it sheds…
For a wondering masters
It acts as a resting room…
It gives beauty…
Without it there might not be beauty
With it also they look ugly…
After a long walk
On the winter night
I lay on it…
All my stress & tensions
Were thrown off
What is it???
Nothing but a green grass.
All around it seems to be a weed
But for some it is a habitat
And for me it is a bed!!
The bed on the earth…
Which reveals me from my pain…
It strengthens me…
With its spongy touch…