Oh! I do behold My surreal existence Among the cold winds Sweeping from those woods... I feel it mesmerizing Touch of the cold hand After the winter rain Leaving the woods behind And facing the grassland... In a few moments I'll watch them swing Little grass flowers Overwhelmed yet grave Calm yet moving... I've nothing to tell 'cause winds never look back But the grassland'll go on And my existence'll tell you all...
Ganesh Prasad writes here