The Weed
A Anjandev Roy
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That time
I was walking,
I saw the harsh weed,
It laughed at me,
Being angry,
I asked it the reason,
The weed ruthlessly
Said to me,
"You are absolutely meaningless
In this modern territory,
But I am always meaningful
And successful in this arena."
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