A grass under the 

    

 Dr Sudhansu Dash

It looks up with no desire

To touch the infinity

But a passion to be infinitely small

To cling to the earth

To serve with all its softness it possesses in its heart

To soften the merciless feet of  human

Walking on it.

It suffers with all pleasure

Under the feet of the man

Under a merciless sun

Under the hungry mouths of the cow

Without a complain

Its candle burns on both the ends

That is its only excuse to live.

No suffering can disturb it

It is beyond the mortal frame

In constant communion with the beyond

Drinking the nectar of infinite joy

In its unidentified frame.

Its soul pervades everywhere

From dust to the cosmos

From time to the timeless

From tears to smiles

With enough of its presence

In the smell of a passionate heart.