A bohemian river came down
From an ever silent mountain,
Then it asked the side ways trees
To bent their heads,
The hedges didn't listen
And in rage
The river washed away them.
It asked the pine and deodar
But they didn't listen to it
And lifted their heads
As to touch the cloud.
Being angry the river stopped flowing,
It fainted into rivulet
And dry gradually...
All the hedges rejuvenated
And spread themselves as they wished
Now the pine and deodar are only there
That can be seen far away
The hedges are also giving them company
In yellow noon
The deodar and pine
Give shade to their kins.
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Fainted rivulet Shook hand with water table Can pine and deodar stand Without the table underneath Law of conservation of energy says Nothing is lost Just transformed Be it here or there Work is to serve the nation. A wonderful pictorization of victory and defeat but tug-of-war exists where one can't exist without other but still fights.