There is something beautiful in the corner

Of my balcony,

A small weed growing between the cracks

Of the invincible concrete floor,

Watching it since it started with withering

Of cement,

The rain striked again and again

The wind ripped apart the bonds which

Were once fortified,

Little specks of dust settling in, making it

Home for the upcoming contingencies;

A new life is about to born,

Enduring the difficile nature yet sustained by

It as to test its skills of survival,

A whirlwind of "survival of the fittest" enlightened my ignorant sense,

It poured all night, windstorm uprooted the sheds,

Blazed sun coerced the earth to crack more,

Amidst all chaos, it's sprouting,

I saw it sprouting; two small leaves peeping out

Swaying along with breeze of spring

Like an infant is yawning after a deep slumber,

It stood tall as it could be ,facing a human

With its proud face of defeating the havoc alone

Yet to be uprooted by a lowly human,

Sigh! Humans couldn't learn from it!

Growing upward, enduring hardships, winning wars

And battles to brag on

Yet to be defeated by doom; of being a mortal,

The higher one goes, the harder one falls!

Living triumphant throughout once

Yet to lose against death, Ofcourse.