Fresh Grass
A Anjandev Roy
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Fresh grass is
Here,
There
And everywhere,
It is calling everyone
With a smiling face,
But no one is moving
Towards it,
Everybody is afraid,
They ask each other,
"How is this possible in this unpleasant age? "
Then the wise stranger appears
And says to them,
"Open your beautiful eyes
And see with your optimistic mind,
It's great time now,
Nature is in full swing
And the grass is true and fine,
A wonderful page must be written."
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