I
take pity on a viable plant
Wilting
under the scorching sun.
I
get anger towards a thorny plant
Flourishing
in a fertile land.
I
take pity on a mighty banyan
Uprooted
from a wild storm.
I
have contempt for a useless plant
Being
enshrined as a holy one.
Natural
selection is at work.
18.09.2005
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