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The Twig

The Twig

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The young barren land with small figs made people happy.

The owner got registered with a certificate.

With time and passion, the arid land got fostered with people nurturing with manure.

The land showed signs of yields the size, though its future depended on the content below the eye level.

Every day the owners toil to give a marketplace for the land.

The land yielded, the knowledge under the soil, got blessed by beautiful people and above, it grew with twigs of various colors.


Some in black,

Some in blond,

Some in grey.


With a change in climate lack of dissipation and drought, the twigs fell apart with erosion.

Some insects gazed and supported the erosion apart from harmful chemicals in sachets and bottles.


Major hindrance happened in the Indian market place,

Where barren lands lost partnerships.

Many owners decided not to put on a protection cover, as they felt they were the reasons for erosion.


The intelligent ones made it as trending fashion and focused on strengthening, by presenting it with the right style.


Look for a sustainable partnership.

Barren land doesn’t define you.

It’s better to lose crops than burying the barren land itself.


Wear a helmet, appearance doesn’t matter, but life does!

The person in love will love you,

No matter you lose the crops as soul matters than the appearance.


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