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A wild grass I am,
Till now unaware
of what my role was
and why I was called
a wild grass.

I grew up in a medow
Where there was little light,
but shadows.
Unnoticed by all,
a weed I was called.


Untill one day, when
the shadow fall.
Casted by that giant
tree, some light shone
upon me, ah! it was warm.

I saw myself, for first,
so bright ,
"Was that me? ", I asked.
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