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 The colourful flowers yet to count            Bloomed in my garden of hope I plucked the flowers about to fall            And watered the plant with surplus desires.  The bee of flowery instincts came close to me           For I shoo after only it gave me a sting.  Beauty lay in the moonlit night          I facing my flowering plants watering it with the elixir Next day, dew drops in the flowers drenched me completely          I been lost to nature's closeness Wonders yet undiscovered lay that day          For I took pleasure in being calm.  Does nature really teach us a lesson           Everyday before i forget to rediscover the day that's lost.... 

 'Come on' says the garlanded son's eyes To the entrapment that held them all Where it is that we shall meet the end Or shall we overpower the enemies.  Coming to the satisfaction of mental zeal He conquored the enemies They all fled out of their communal boundaries.  He was placed on the throne And marked as the king of victory.  That has been the case of many men Who won over enemies with their hearts.  What should be the goal of man To win over one's own defeats.  Be it at mind or at heart.  If the will to succeed is there,  Then we shall proceed further and farther towards our goal.....