In the oven of curiosity interests get baked
some interests get charred, some unbaked
others become delicious food for thought
Take us to things for which we fought.
Roots spread curiously enough through soil
silently and efficiently they day and night toil
not interested in their own growth, but the plant as whole
absorb water and nutrients, grows plant and its soul
Curiosity is mother of ambition and interest its daughter
Interest and ambitions grow as children, brother and sister
some times quarrel, sometimes talk and play together
Soul matures with their growth, knowledge and action go together.
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