Never do we see the plight and toil
Never do we see the minds turmoil
Yet we appreciate the colours depicted.
Never do we see the life that sprouts out
Never do we realize the zest that it bring
Yet we go for the swirling life , within them.
Are we being true to life of are we modest!
Flowering starts with matured leaves
This comes out from my 'krishi knowledge'
But new life has to come as new leaves
And then life springs as flowers to fruits
This is comes from my poetic knowledge'
Life life life ...... Are we there? Are we there??