A Blade of Grass

a poem by Ashok

In tears, you pluck
a blade of grass,
play with it,
wrap, snap, slit it
with slender fingers.

I watch this,
as we struggle to live through
that stifling moment,
knowing little then,
that the moment of pain,
with the blade of grass
in your slender fingers
will be relived many times,
in two separate lives,
continents apart.