Their tongue sharp like dagger , try to cut me down in pieces of thousand .

You can call me unwanted , you can call me strange or you can give me million names but my aura is enough to fire your veins .

You are allowed to hate me but don’t you dare to exterminate me.

Not a tender flower of your garden .

I have survived the whirlpool of storms and the rain of flames.

So mow me down .

I will grow again in the cracks of sidewalks or along the seam of gutter.

Snap our eyes and

I will spread across the length and breadth of your garden , because

Stubborn like the weeds I know how to survive and I am going to grow wild like the weeds.

They wonder what it is that keeps me going.

They wonder what it is that keeps me smiling.

Try to uproot me or try to mute me and I will find million ways to speak.

Hurl at me your prickly thorns and I will repress them all.

Not a tender flower of your garden .

I have survived the whirlpool of storms and the rain of flames.

So mow me down .

I will grow again in the cracks of sidewalks or along the seam of gutter.

Snap your eyes and

I will spread across the length and breadth of your garden , because

Stubborn like the weeds I know how to survive and I am going to grow wild like the weeds.