GRASS : THE UNWANTED WEEDS

I give no sound of pain
Whenever I get crushed
As their black tongues say
That I am the UNWANTED

I hide much of the livings
Say grasshoppers or those horny beings
I am asked to fetch nourishment
To the ones who ask for what is lent

None of those living require me
As that is what they say
Still our family works
Under the title of UNWANTED

Foolish seem to pull me off
But the wise know my use
But I am one of those who don't
shy away from society's teases

I am good to the good
But bad to bad
Still cannot name myself
As KARMA the bitch

Flowers may look prettier
but no one looks at my effort
Where I am hiding, swaying,
Magnified eyes finding nutrients.

Wish I had a Personal diary
But I know that I am non living
Or living some theories consider me
My movement and food being the reason.

Keeping all my wanted desires
As dried up flowers in books
I gather all my courage to grow
Grow as under the title of UNWANTED
For I am - THE UNWANTED GRASS

~Garima💞