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WORLD CALLS ME AS GRASS
Perhaps I am only a grass
Living on the top of this hill
Trees here may think
They are taller than me
Million , trillion and zillion
But they are beneath me
As they cannot survive on the top
Don’t have me any fear on hurricanes
Heavy rains or floods
I am always safe here.
Indeed I am the first one here
Blessed with the first ray of sun
And it is me the first get a feeling
Of a feather touch as soon as Moon
Appears and I am always happy
As getting the kisses of Breez continually
Decorated with golden pearls at morning
And brighten with a silver crown at night
I am living here as a queen
But the world always calls me as a grass
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