Either it is a book,
Or it is an animal,
Or it is a mirror,
Every one is different,
Or unique in someway.
People have melancholy clouds,
Thinking of they are just rust in the world,
The glory of the sun is not in moon
The beauty of the moon is not in sun,
Many things can be learnt from nature
Just to open our eyes a little wider,
Everyone has some uniqueness,
Everything has some uniqueness,
The power which makes him different from another.