The grass is also like me <br />it has to unfurl underfoot to fulfil itself <br />but what does its wetness manifest: <br />a scorching sense of shame <br />or the heat of emotion? <br /> <br />The grass is also like me <br />As soon as it can raise its head <br />the lawnmower <br />obsessed with flattening it into velvet, <br />mows it down again. <br />How you strive and endeavour <br />to level woman down too! <br />But neither the earth's nor woman's <br />desire to manifest life dies. <br />Take my advice: the idea of making a footpath was a good one. <br /> <br />Those who cannot bear the scorching defeat of their courage <br />are grafted on to the earth. <br />That`s how they make way for the mighty <br />but they are merely straw not grass <br />-the grass is really like me. <br /> <br /> <br />[Translated from urdu to english by Rukhsana Ahmed]<br /><br />Kishwar Naheed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-grass-is-really-like-me/
