Like a Weed

By Samvritha Sudhakar

Is useless all I am,

A disturbance in the place,

Like an ugly tall creature,

Made to be removed over the days?

My heart swollen with tears,

My veins boiled with rage,

Yet they are like flowers after all,

Not like a weed, not strange

I seek to be noticed,

To be loved for once,

An internal hunger building on,

As every second runs.

My energy has worn out,

My body so frail.

Perhaps I should let go of my soul,

And go off in an eternal sail   

By Samvritha Sudhakar