May
13
2018
By Anindya Chaudhuri on Sun, 05/13/2018 - 03:56 IST
She grows,
on the tallest of walls,
felling them,
with the ease,
of ages past.
She grows,
through the tiniest
of cracks and holes,
spreading her roots deep within.
She grows,
on the tallest of trees.
Mocking their might,
with glee,
she makes their light flee!
And their leaves,
quiver,
in darkness.
She may sting,
even bear fruit;
And with the passing,
of each moonlit night;
And each sunny day,
she grows,
on me.