CREEPER--- A POEM

CREEPER — A POEM BY ME -

O' you, 'creeper' ! you do have no bones!

Reason, you cannot rise on your own;

Fine! You make a 'wall' look like a gem!

Alas! But 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 what your worth, dear 'creeper'?

You 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,

You 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.