By Bhakti Agarwal
Rain-soaked grass looked at me
with its strange wilderness,
carrying the silent pain
of a thousand broken dreams
and many more remnants of grief,
People left their worries in the weeds,
their woes seeping in the roots from their feet,
and it said to me in camaradarie:
“We are not too different, you and me.
You may think, but we're not free,
unfamiliar burdens huddle
in the soles of our feet.”
By Bhakti Agarwal
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