To The Inconsequential Poem by Samima ShahFaheem

Certain silly minds, sometimes circle around me
Have hatred in heaps, & gossip shabbily
Their rudeness much salient, back-bite patently
Everything stemming out as a green envy tree.
To all such haters, to all these loathers
You can do better, & you can't disagree
Why keeping your mind so full of me?
Don't you feel yourself, my hate's abductee?
About such poor souls, what I can foresee
I shall be dwelling in their minds, all fare-free.