THE WEEDS

To gain the mastery , the weeds,

Invisible in the field earlier,

Compete, often over power the crops.

In the plain field, where they came from ?

The crops struggle with weeds

Alone impossible to over come

Farmer's constant vigilance and interaction

Help the crops to sustain.

No proper attention , no input

Yet how powerful the weeds

Wonders the farmer

Spring them up from all corners !

"The land itself likes the weeds"

Suspects he;

Yes, may be an instinct so,

Still, how obstinate the farmer !

With two eyes to side two,

Crushing with one hand the enemy

Up holding , with the other, the harvest,

Smiles,peace, joy at last !