Tag: Plant
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WEEDING
Unwanted plant, There is no need, Babies in field, Of unknown breed, Farmer is cutting, Head of those weed, Born from womb, Of Unseen seed
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BLOOD OF RUBBER
Except the dark night who is around. No on can listen those mute sound. Not weeping but bleeding rubber tree, At early morning he is waiting for fresh wound. Farmer is now a tapper as nature can see, Ready with knife to take latex as his job fee, From the thick and soft plant’s…