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Keep your own grass cut Why are some folks obsessed With what other folks are doing? Why are some people upset With what others are choosing? I say and I quote "to each their own" Let people do as they may If it's not harmful or dangerous Let people go ahead and play If it isn't causing trouble If it's making them happy If it's done privately and safely Why? Would one be so crabby? If someone doesn't like something It shouldn't be forced upon others Again I quote "different strokes For different folks" like in cultures Please mind your business If it's harmless and innocent Look the other way, turn the page And don't be a participant ©Schizology Keep your own grass cut #grass #Business #poem✍🧡🧡💛

Keep your own grass cut Why are some folks obsessed With what other folks are doing? Why are some people upset With what others are choosing? I say and I quote "to each their own" Let people do as they may If it's not harmful or dangerous Let people go ahead and play If it isn't causing trouble If it's making them happy If it's done privately and safely Why? Would one be so crabby? If someone doesn't like something It shouldn't be forced upon others Again I quote "different strokes For different folks" like in cultures Please mind your business If it's harmless and innocent Look the other way, turn the page And don't be a participant ©Schizology Keep your own grass cut #grass #Business #poem✍🧡🧡💛

Sanjana Kumar

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The grass beneath my feet isn't green anymore. It probably never was. But it wasn't dead either. //caption// The Greens for the Golden Harvest -Sanjana Kumar He hasn't been home for a while now. And I came back only today. Only to find the greens withering away in the garden. Not even the grass, known to be so resilient to the scorching sun, could make it, you see.

The grass beneath my feet isn't green anymore. It probably never was. But it wasn't dead either. //caption// The Greens for the Golden Harvest -Sanjana Kumar He hasn't been home for a while now. And I came back only today. Only to find the greens withering away in the garden. Not even the grass, known to be so resilient to the scorching sun, could make it, you see.

Sanjana Kumar

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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 h

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 h

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Plastic flowers, these. //caption// Red. Blue. Pink. Violet. And the leaves are green. Plastic flowers, these and

Plastic flowers, these. //caption// Red. Blue. Pink. Violet. And the leaves are green. Plastic flowers, these and

Harshita Dawar

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Written by Harshita ✍️✍️ #Jazzbaat She left bare foot and saw the grass first time with a wide open eyelid flashback her childhood dreams like a pastle colurs on the landscape design in her mind Beautiful blush bliss cotton blowing in the sky. Green spiky melting cheesy chips in the lawn Soft smooth blues music crimp shutter birds sound in my mind Large small birds running on the grass playing in the fountain making flirtatious in my soul, Soul heart out in my eyes open wide variety of flyies butterflies. #women #words #grass #yqbaba #yqdidi #yqquotes #yqtales Written by Harshita ✍️✍️ #Jazzbaat She left bare foot and saw the grass first time with a wide open eyelid flashback her childhood dreams like a pastle colurs on the landscape design in her mind Beautiful blush bliss cotton blowing in the sky. Green spiky melting cheesy chips in the lawn Soft smooth blues music crimp shutter birds sound in my mind Large small birds running on the grass playing in the fountain making flirtatious in my so

Written by Harshita ✍️✍️ #Jazzbaat She left bare foot and saw the grass first time with a wide open eyelid flashback her childhood dreams like a pastle colurs on the landscape design in her mind Beautiful blush bliss cotton blowing in the sky. Green spiky melting cheesy chips in the lawn Soft smooth blues music crimp shutter birds sound in my mind Large small birds running on the grass playing in the fountain making flirtatious in my soul, Soul heart out in my eyes open wide variety of flyies butterflies. #women #words #grass #yqbaba #yqdidi #yqquotes #yqtales Written by Harshita ✍️✍️ #Jazzbaat She left bare foot and saw the grass first time with a wide open eyelid flashback her childhood dreams like a pastle colurs on the landscape design in her mind Beautiful blush bliss cotton blowing in the sky. Green spiky melting cheesy chips in the lawn Soft smooth blues music crimp shutter birds sound in my mind Large small birds running on the grass playing in the fountain making flirtatious in my so

Alok Vishwakarma "आर्ष"

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बन्द पड़ी न जाने, कब से थी सूखी सी ढेरी । मिला न पानी का फव्वारा, मिली न धूप घनेरी ।। फ़िर भी मन में आस लिए, वह बिखरी रही बेचारी । हरी घास की गठरी, मुरझाई बिच चार दिवारी ।। इस कविता के शायद अन्य अर्थ भी लगाए जा सकते हैं.. आपने इसे किस रूप में लिया, अवश्य बतायें.. Much Love.. बन्द पड़ी न जाने, कब से थी सूखी सी ढेरी । मिला न पानी का फव्वारा,

बन्द पड़ी न जाने, कब से थी सूखी सी ढेरी । मिला न पानी का फव्वारा, मिली न धूप घनेरी ।। फ़िर भी मन में आस लिए, वह बिखरी रही बेचारी । हरी घास की गठरी, मुरझाई बिच चार दिवारी ।। इस कविता के शायद अन्य अर्थ भी लगाए जा सकते हैं.. आपने इसे किस रूप में लिया, अवश्य बतायें.. Much Love.. बन्द पड़ी न जाने, कब से थी सूखी सी ढेरी । मिला न पानी का फव्वारा,