The Wrong Seed

By Aashka Parashar

Once I watered a wrong seed,

I thought it was anything but a parasitic weed,

Perfect sunshine, perfect breeze,

I gave it my smiles & all its needs.

I did not see what it was growing into,

It grew stronger & continued to feed,

Fed till I was deprived of peace,

Deprived of health, what a miserable mess!

With remarkable courage, I cut it through,

It played with my sanity,

'What if I wasn't a good enough a gardener, too?'

Not long after, I hated gardening too,

Oh wait! I still do.

To my former nurtured parasites,

Look what you made me do,

Look what I had to go through,

& Tell me if this destruction of a lovesick heart

Is still not enough for you...?

By Aashka Parashar