I walked alone on the grass wet with dew drops

With no one beside me to hold my hands

With someone's voice always ringing in my ears,

and someone's anger tone always creating bewilderment,

And I walk, 

touching the wet grass, cold dew drops

thinking about someone. 

As I walk further, I feel ,

She is walking away from me,

With no apparent reason. 

With hesitation, I ask 

Do you want to touch the cold grass too with your feet?

She says, I want to go away,

The grass holds no meaning for me,

I see grass on the other side, 

full of life ..

She bids me good bye. 

I can not ask her to stay ,

but I feel, grass was greener this side !