Since the days of creation,
In the springtime of relations,
Blossom many flowers,
But few have such charming powers....
One talks about the flower of the nation,
the one resting in the hands of the goddess of education,
The one that though blooms in mud,
Symbolises all beauty that the universe could....
Tis' interesting to also note,
The stem that holds the lotus forth,
For had the stem been weak or brittle,
Our beloved lotus would have indeed been cripppled...
Our lotus, to the stem, talks a lot...
Risk, Money & what not??...
Failing to realise, still...
The heartbroken petals....their cries shrill
The secret of the lotus & the stem came to light,
when spread like fire, the newsbyte,
That the stem was found "leaning" on,
The lotus, who bemused, babbled on...
Lo!Behold! the language divine...
That pours forth words as sweet as wine,
& with these few worlds of mine,
I shalt rest my pen,The swine!!!
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