The weeds



Why man? If birds can fly
Plants can grow,
why i should not live alone
If sun can shine
Stars glitter
Why man? my presence on the land is bitter

                         
why man? Why you cut me twice
instead of hearing my quivering voice
Though nature has had cursed me
But why? you turn your face as avoiding me to see


I strive for peace on the roadside
near the trees,near the rivers
and on the coast of sea's
Listen man! I am your friend not foe
Then why you lie so low

Nothing is real,everything is illusion in the world
Then why man? you always turn away your head as nothing you have heard!!

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