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A beautiful flower once found itself,
growing amidst a bunch of weeds,
on a land of stale air,
with pungent smell suffocating…
“How do I live here, ” it said,
When I hail from an enchanting world,
Being away from my base,
In a different negative atmosphere….
Pondering again for a while,
It thought of fighting with full strive,
secreting sweet aromatic essence,
it tried to displace the foul air…
Stronger it remained with its will,
dispersing tranquil serene appeal,
even in diverse conditions of survival,
disseminating in the zephyr fragrance pristine…
soumyav 