blade..........

blade................




blades of grass
swaying in the dusky
eve, wishes
for a touch, by
soft hands
and caress by
cushion like palms.,
destined to be crushed
under the feet of ruthless
being, chocked by
stamping,.grass seeks
balm of relief, lucky
are the blades
the wish been fulfilled by
the touch -  fortuitous.,
of a little baby......!

©Prasannakkumar