The soul rejoices dreaming unheard future- Shalini Samuel
the weed withers
summer sinks the dead leaves
the wheat grass too
weed or wheat, sun eats both
unbiased, he eats every life
akin death
it sees neither good nor bad
at times, he too gets emotional
he postpones his lunch
tying his tongue for some time
may be, for a fat delicious food.
I say, for sure
someday he will eat you
whatever you do
wherever you are.
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