CREEPER !

O' ye 'creeper', thou have no bones,
Reason, ye can't rise on your own;
Fine, you make a 'wall' look a gem!
Alas! you need the support of a stem.

No doubts, you add to outdoor's beauty,
But no one needs you inside,dear sweetie!
You do give company to the 'gate- keeper',
For, isn't it your total worth, dear 'creeper'?

Thou do hide the ugliness like cosmetics do,
But as you creep the walls,house owners rue;
You do expand like a nuclear chain reaction -
A thing of beauty becomes cause of distraction.

Sometimes you grow on walls of 'ruins',
You rot there because of your own 'doings';
What a graet irony, you rely on those walls--
Who devoid of strength, would invariably fall.

Often, many venomnous insects live on you,
Ye hide them in your foiliage from sun and dew;
As the autumn comes, they shall all disappear,
You will die but no benficiary would shed tears .

I know, I know they say plants, too, have lives-
But what is life's worth if it has no self -pride?
We do have amongst humans your brand too-
"Human creepers", also, need crutches like you.