Poetry

Grass
I’m a tiny blade of grass reaching for the sky,
descend for me a step or two,
sing me a song and cradle my longing,
in the rolling silence of your womb,
for this is the path I fail to see,
and where alone I shall clearly see,
the blue of my sky,
my earth and my sea.
– Anuradha Nalapat, 1999
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