Little Things Become Great - Poem by Jhadeswar Khanda
The moon vaunts with sun-light,
But the little glow-worm has own light.
The food don't enter the sleeping lion,
The little ant works hard & saves for its nation.
Big arum leaf is not good,
Small drum-stick leaf uses for food.
Long sword kills anybody's life,
The words of a pen would bring-back a dead-body's life.
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