Poem- And they called me WEED by Jaspreet Kaur
And they called me WEED
I endured under that dark soil for ages,
With the thirst to keek this flamboyant ecstasy.
I tarried for long and finally sprouted,
Sluggishly opened my feeble eyes to survey,
these alluring environs.
Hesitant to spread my arms,
Oh thy, the elegance in me,
I could feel, without a mirror in front.
That gleaming green tiny foliole,
Goodness me, its me.
Two equally beautiful fairies approached me,
that deep hazel eyes,
spoke evidently for my crystallite grace.
Oh my, I arched with a blush.
Verily, its me.
They cuddled me,
with their pulpy white hands.
And.. the split second later,
They murmured something,
And all over.