GRASS WORDS
 

Men stay in air-conditioned rooms
Men work getting blisters in the sun
I am a sunflower
Working coolly I get no sun-stroke.

Earthquake crumbles leading banks
Flood dissolves the Parliament
I am an earth-worm
I am secure beneath the earth.

Storm blows away the neon signs of advertisement
Time fades away the miraged nimbus of prophets
I am a glow-worm
None can take away my glow.

State gambles with men
Men gamble with the state,
I am grass
Let me live and work,
My goodness
The meadows are green
My horse may win some day.