NATURE Poem: The Weed’s Whisper, by Reshma Bachwani

I burst from the earth, bold and free,
A life force born from the soil
Did anyone sow a seed?
Like plants, my roots too dig deep
Then why do they call me, a different breed?

Small bright flowers, I bear
A beauty wild, beyond compare.
Yet humans pass or coldly stare
“Just a weed, no fragrance, no flair”

But what’s a weed, I long to ask,
For I do nature’s perfect task.
I thrive, I bloom, I seek the sky—
A tiny wonder, reaching high.

So here I stand, with petals spread,
Unloved, unnamed, yet far from dead.
For in my leaves, the world’s alive—
Why not see beauty where I thrive?

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