The Weeds Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

The weeds grow rapidly
Weeds growing rapidly
Blinded in rage sending them to the jaws of death
Fabricate uprooting hypothesis
Like a wild buffalo plough the earth
Set them fire..
By no means die...
Hereditarily descendants of ‘Raktabija'

So growing fast occupy
My blood-flesh-bones-marrow-brains... every nook and corner

Now the whole world under the administration of weeds.




"Raktabija"... In Indian Mythology a Demon whose a drop of blood would create a new demon as soon as it fell to the ground