GRASS BLADE Poem by Suniti Namjoshi

As the first blade bends,
Grass Blade murmurs,
'I bend, but do not break.'
Foot
keeps coming down.
Passionate Grass Blade
mounts a campaign:
Grass blades henceforth
to be made of glass.
Feet henceforth
to travel shoeless.
People walk away —
Why get hurt?
Oak Tree observes,
'Feet are not relevant.'