The Climber

I saw a pothos plant climbing on the wall,
Neither it was slender, nor thick or tall.
I glimpsed it trying to touch the height,
But, it was not caught in any others’ sight.

It had a fixed hope, not to skid or fall,
It was just a climber after all – I kept on
Watching it for a long period and,
The good day came to an incomplete end.

Soon, watching the pothos made me bored,
Because my stomach started to make a lion roar.
To eat some food, I rose from my place – On
That time, it reached the top, showing its grace.

The plant worked hard to reach the space,
Its success was spotted sensationally by my eyes.