Natural instincts
There is a tree in my backyard,
It is laden with fruits of only one kind.
But still all my neighbours are after it,
They know the tree is extremely benign.
I don't find any interest in this struggle for those hanging golden fruits,
My eyes are centered on the parrot trying to select the ripened one out.
It is so sincere to choose the best among them,
Where rest of the humans on ground are just busy and don't understand.
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