Dejected and destroyed, he pleads for death,
Withered it stands, with the head held high,
With the hope alive, it faces the sky,
When shattered and abandoned, it still holds faith,
For petty pains, you whine, why?

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  1. Love the example you've chosen. and definitely a question we should ask ourselves.

  2. Nice picture and well explained!

  3. Hiral that is a lovely capture.

  4. Thank you Aayushi. 🙂

  5. Thank you Mridula. 🙂

  6. Good capture… The lines are apt. Well-written :)…

  7. ahan what a beautiful presentation of the pic…..really good

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