Fruitful Dedication
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The tree bent low
With the weight of new fruits
And the number of visitors
Increased suddenly
The leaves surprised
And said
We were the same
But nobody ever cared for us
Now all are coming
Just for fruits
The roots said
It is so my dear
The trend of the world
Everybody like fruits
None real hard work
As you and we do
Tears in eyes the leaves said
Your work is harder than ours
Yet you are happy
Roots replied
It does not matter whether
Anybody values us or not
What matters
Is that we work truly and
Faithfully that makes
This tree live green
And fruitful to others
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