SOME PIECES OF GRASS

The tall buildings
That too green.
Very very nice...
What a city!
Dustbins are regular,
That too green.
Cars are fast on roads
No body to walk on...
But a cow,on the midway
Is On thought
I horn and horn and horn
But she is on thought.
Me too stubborn
Got off the car....
She covers
Some pieces of grass.
And wind gifts her
Pieces of paper
She eats them up
But never the grass pieces
I regret...
And end,we are not so far...