The beautiful flowers bloom in the garden,
The obnoxious weeds grow in the flowerbeds,
The gardener is furious at it,
He knows the weeds prevent the healthy growth of the flowers.
So he gets ready to cut those unpleasant things,
But the weeds plead the gardener not to cut them,
As they are not inimical to the spontaneous and scrupulous development of the lovely flowers,
In fact they want to get only the friendly and benevolent company of the sweet blossoms,
The gardener does not believe the weeds,
As the very name 'weed' does not bring any good moral meaning in the society;
Such an obnoxious species can never be trusted,
In this firm belief, he cuts the weeds with rapid sweep of his scythe
And throws them in the dustbin,
The fury of the gardener comes to an end
And he feels perfectly relieved.
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