In this large people of row,
Here there everywhere who bow.
Is the beloved of nature and god.
The tree which stand with ego tall,
Always has a fear of storm.
But the innocent grass at root,
Never has to think about air's blow.
It is the nature's rule,
first give and then take all.
If one has to gain,
he must obey this law.
In this journey of life,
permanent is nothing but all is fraud.
If one really want pleasure of life,
he should stay in thenature's law.
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