Anyway, I realise I've deflected off subject. But I really just wanted to talk about the grass on this playground. //caption// Not a poem,really. A musing of sorts. Yellowing grass. -Sanjana Kumar There's this playground in front of my house. Kind of diagonally next to it. I'm not a morning person, but the few days I've woken up early enough, to gulp down cold water for my parched throat, I've seen men playing football, teenagers engaging in gymnastics or some other sport and some morning walkers. Usually old people, with a cap to cover their head from the early morning mist. Also, sometimes to cover their balding heads.
