The weed
Looking at the little weed.... i found it devoid of greed...... be it a chilly day... or the summery may..... the weed just finds its way..... to unveil its tiny bloom..... just to shove away every gloom.... neither the sun nor the rain it awaits..... n never to the lilies its beauty equates.... yet it isnt about the elegance it bears.... but da perpetual shade it wears.... solemn to withstand the moist and the dry..... for it survival isnt just a try..... hiding away from the gardener's heed..... for him weed is not a part of his creed.... for eyes accustomed to precise charm..... dis lil weed is just a harm.... but when the roses wither and the lilies die..... towards a untended corner it will lie..... thus waiting for a gloomy gaze..... to be turned into joyous amaze...... :) an epitome of life's crazy maze..... for how life finds its way...... in the toughest of the days..... :)