Awakening
While resting under the shade
of a tree a traveller thought,
god was a stupid designer
as he gave
pumpkin-like large fruits
to the creeping plants,
weak, lean and light,
but grape-like small fruits
to the trees,
like the Banyan tree
he was lying beneath,
so strong, heavy and huge!
And he fell asleep
in the cool breeze that blew.
When he came to consciousness
he found himself covered
by lakhs of fruits.
He thence ran to a Temple anon!
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