A steady, faithful,dedicated, rise ,
in a symphony with
those around.
A straight and simple life,
hurting none,
Eucalyptus in the air....
Till the noisy bipeds arrive,
To spoil the parallels,
Clutching a trunk,
Plucking a branch,
to the thumping music
of the word.
And the narrow path,
disgusted. tries to shrug
and fails;
due to the weight of Preity Zinta :-)
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