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The Weeds

The Weeds

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He buried him with at most care,

Every day he nourished him,

She got the required attention and

Affection as he was in her womb,

The speckles and the droplets from nature backed her,

Apart from the caretaker made her fertile.

He grew within her and sprouted when the time came.

He blossomed and impressed many with his beauty.

As he was unique, he got an opportunity to get exported

And was part of many botanical events.


He was born out of carelessness,

He was born out of the abuse of his parent,

It was accidentally she, the barren garbage, bore him.

He never got enough nourishment from her, as she stunk

And society ignored her and treated her badly.

Though nature didn’t show partiality,

His circumstances did hinder his quality of life,

In spite of all hurdles, with no attention, he grows.


Not all are same,

Not all are blessed,

Both deserve appreciations.

If possible, shed light to him, not the hatred.


We shed knowledge, to the well-performing

Candidates and students and ignore underperformers.

Shed some extra light, droplets of motivations

These plants are no differences in the one in gardens, bouquets,

Or botanical events they need strong roots to stay firm.


A teacher, a friend, and classmate as well can strengthen root for a plant

And has the power to change the weeds to herbs.


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