Weeds

Weeds we are, hardiest children of nature, merrily we strive
Given the slightest opportunity, we grow and thrive
Do not ask for more, we take what we have and live
No TLC, do not care, we know we can always survive

No complaints about life, none at all
We make our own place in this world
We put down our roots strong and sound
Summer, drought, rain or snow, do not count

Create our own opportunity, clinging to life
Lie dormant and hidden when time is tough
Stone and concrete, lawns and roads alike
When the time comes, we come alive

Tormented we are by humans and animals alike
Torn out of our roots and thrown aside
Gardens of non-native plants thirsty for water
Even when sprayed with weeds be gone, we do not bother

Our love for our native land is strong
Nature’s children, we haven’t done anything wrong
Many a hidden curative quality do we have
To cure exotic diseases of the human race

Weeds we are, hardy, strong and sure
Many of us propagate by spores
Do not confuse us with the one you plant
We are not the weed that you smoke and rant


Week 11 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write Anything Wednesday 4-13-2016

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Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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