The Grass is Really like me

By Kishwar Naheed
The grass is also like me
It has to unfurl underfoot to fulfil; itself
But what does it prove by getting soaked:
A scorching sense of shame
Or the heat of emotion.

The grass is also like me
As soon as it can raise its head
The lawnowner,
Obsessed with flattering it into velvet
Mows it down again.
How you strive and endeavor
To level woman down too!
But neither the earth’s nor woman’s
Desire to manifest life dies.
Take my advice: the idea of making a footpath was appropriate
Those who cannot bear the scorching defeat of courage
Are grafted onto the earth.
That’s how make way for the mighty
But they are merely straw
Not the grass
The grass is really like me.