It came out of nowhere, Creeping about on the roofs & walls, They tried cutting it, to stop it from growing. But spread it did, entwining itself on the branches & the hedge. One day when they woke up, The garden was bathed in crimson hues, Flower petals glistened with fresh dew drops, The sun rays softly beamed down. The Weed had finally bloomed.
When the flowers first bloomed, Ecstatic, I was. But, impatient to catch the fruit, The fruit of hard work. Two days passed, Brown withered flowers, Dropping off the stem, Into the wet soil. There were no promises made, Yet expectations there were, Of the fruits of labor. Maybe, the flowers had wanted to see me smile.
Your Life's like a puzzle, Did you know? Add one piece today But you might have to remove one the next day. The ones that fit will stay, The ones which don't will go away. Enjoy the puzzle, it's just a game, A challenge- both pleasure and pain. Cherish each piece, cause it'll be beautiful, But don't get attached, For it might not feasible. Remember to keep moving the pieces Till you can see What a beautiful masterpiece it has come to be.
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