Why do I like a weed
What is the need
It doesn’t bear a flower
Or a fruit rare
Why do I like a weed
It grows road side
Like an orphan
No place in a garden
Why do I like a weed
It has a luxuriant growth
Like one strong by birth
A curious case indeed
Why do I like a weed
Like me it has no friend
Except a bee or butterfly
No selfie with a passer by.
Sudha chandran,a promising dancer,
Lost her right leg in a road accident
Used a jaipur foot ,practised with unbent
Will ,became a dancer and an actor
Where there is a will ,there is a way
My beloved,blow me a kiss
I will take it for my bliss
It will give my day a fillip
It will refresh me like a tulip
Trees are the roadside angels
For travelers seeking shade
Beauty spots on the highways
First aid centers for the injured.