Author Dina Nath Nadim A plant irritably said to the slope: 'You have held my feet. I crave for a jump a play and a song.' One day rain cast aside the plant. The slope lost its patience. Who knows the plant may have been wise but I know that I am a ninny. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments