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Rolling on the velvety green of the lawn

I breathe in its sweet fragrance…

The grass bend courteously beneath my weight

Gleefully springing back as I move away

They tickle my neck,

Mischievously jab at bare arms

Peep intrusively into nostrils

Play hide and seek around my ears…

Curious, they await my eyes to get closer

To explore its fathomless mysteries…

Swiftly, I down the twin shutters

Sorry, no-entry for inquisitive grass.

– Shail Mohan (Feb 2011)