Just 20 Poem by Indranil Bit

The sky once told to the grass,
"Lend me your green, I want to roll on you"
The grass smiled and gave way her green.

The sky now wore the green like a robe on a king!
Days passed in a dancing, rolling joy!

Till it started turning yellow and red,
Red turned brown, brown yielded to black.

The sky in fear now rushed back to the grass,
"It's a curse, take it off me, my beauty sheds"
The grass smiled and exclaimed "All beauty sheds! "