GRASS FLOWERS
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They are small but beautiful in lots
They smile but cannot spread fragrance

They flourish but not wither away in barren lands
They are not planted in plots or pots

They whisper on walking tracks with voices soft and silky
They encroach the vacant lands
They enliven on mountain peaks
They fare well in cracks of rocks

They shine for a day but rain sheens on every day
They are forbidden forlorn unnoticed and unsolicited
They are un acknowledged and un recognised too
They are just flowers on the grass not favouring any class