In the vast sea of flowers,
I spot one
so attractive
I feel the urge to be beside the flower.
I had rather be a silent admirer,
I had rather be a secret protector,
I had rather brave fires and storms,
I had even sacrifice my life,
for the dry grass.

I spot another one
equally attractive
I feel the urge to possess it,
I want to admire it,
I want no one to have it,
I want it to have what I give,
I no more want it,
for now it's dry grass.

At last I realised The dry grass was Love.
and It's dry grass was
Infatuation.


© Guhya