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by Apu Mondal Like the grass that grows At the feet of the trees Is our childhood, enough Shade and shine, And just the right rainfall, And the cool breeze in Summer and hibernation Inside the earth roots In Winter, And when a bit higher, Nipped and cropped so Nicely by the cattle, So we can regrow without Regrets, In the warm lap of earth.

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