My love grew vertical,

On the concrete of your heart.

Watered by tears,

Brightened by fears,

just like moss.


The more you tried to stop,

The more it spread.

Your hostile soul,

Was it’s perfect bed.


Strongest of chemicals went in vain

You said it was unnatural and ugly

My love, it was the greenest of green

But just not grass.


It still grows on the sides of you

On the inside of me,

Even if its trifling to you,

It is my sanctuary. 

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About the Poet:

Sheena Singh (UIET, PU Campus)

Words are her best friends and poetry the best place to hangout with them. 20, acts 10, Engineer by chance, loves deep meaningful conversations over latte, interested in psychology, fiction fan, incurable romantic.




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