Weeding... Poem by Saurabh Som

I'm confused...
As always
I'm bemused
And I'm dazed

I dont know where....
To go....
I dont know what....
To do....
What to say...
But this is true......

I'm in love....

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I'm confused...
As always
I'm bemused
And I'm dazed

I Dont know where....
I am....
I dont know from where....
I came....
But it seemed so true
that.... I am....

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I'm dead......
And she cried....
Then I was burried.....
My memories died....


Born again,
Not after life.....
Came back to life...
Am a sappling now
I spring my head up....
Through soil and sands
With my tiny little leafy hands......

You came....
And picked
Flowers..... bright
Touched my leaves...
Sheer delight....


But then you plucked me as if a weed.......
And Tossed me over...As you didn't need........
Me.... encroaching upon your garden......
As I did.....When was man.......