The Weed Poem by Shabeeh Haider

I picked the weed under my feet
And placed it in my heart.
The sunshine that was in my love
Had warmed it from the start.

The rain that fell down from my eyes,
Has now moistened the soil.
And then the weed started to bloom,
I did not have to toil.

It's now a flower in my heart,
It never was a weed,
Its fragrance has seeped in my soul
It has become my need.

It is the color in my world,
It has the sweetest smell,
How much more magic will it add
Now only time will tell.
........................ Shabeeh