The soft rays of the morning sun seemed to illuminate the grassy meadow, shaking the grass out of its slumber. Bathed in fresh dew, the green grass seem to leap out in bunches from every corner of the meadow, laughing at the azure sky, inviting the world to share in its joy. Suddenly, I want to roll in the grass, rub its varying shades of green all over me and smell like the grass. I want to be born as a blade of grass, live in the meadow, under the care of the sun, moon and the stars. Morning light… A blade of grass Fires my imagination. PS : Inspiration drawn from a poem titled "Grass" by a great modern Bengali Poet Jibananda Das.
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