It is the deodar ,who fly high , to feel the sunlight , first and fine !

and it is me , a small orchid , devoid of even , fraction of sunshine !

But still i can , bring flower better than ,long and rusty , deodar pine !! 

I flirt with my shadow ,it never escapes ,

remains always hung , whether in hay day or may day ,

it considers me young , and i too never apply brakes !!

Let me compete , not with anyone , but me ! If i surpass , shall most pleased be !!

I wander , wander , in the dark forests like a glow !

To twinkle like a star , and wither darkness , however slow !!

And never to be bestowed , of praises and prizes ! 

And fade in a moment whenever asked go !!

BEWARE  OF  FRIENDS AND  FOES  ALIKE   !!

HE  HAD  A  BUNCH OF  FRIENDS ,  A  BUNCH  THAT  CLAIMED  TO  BE  THE  BEST  BUNCH !

EVER  SHARING  ,  AND  DARING ,  CLAIMING  PARTNERSHIP  IN  DEATH  AND LIFE  ,

SUPPORTING  THE  REAL  AND  MYTH  AND  FANTACIES ,  SHARING  DINE  DRINK  AND LUNCH !

HE  SHARED  AND  CARED  ,  AND  FELL  WHOLE  HEARTEDLY  IN  LINE  ,  IGNORING  PARENTS ,

DUTIES  ,  CARRIER  , THEY  FLOUTED  ALL  BARRIERS  ,  DARED  DEATH  ,  SLAPPED  PUNCH  !

CARRIED   MANY  TO  SUCCESS  ,  ON  BARE  SHOULDERS  ,  ALLOWED  ACCESS  TO  PRIVATE  ,

BUT  SUDDENLY  SELF  CREPT  IN  ,  BONDS  SHUDDERED  ,  NOTHING  REMAINED  OF  BUNCH !

HE  THOUGHT  IT  A  MOCK  DRILL ,  REMAINED  ATTACHED  ,  HELPED  EVERYONE  SEPRATELY  ,

AND  NOW  IT  WAS  HIS  TURN  ,  BUNCH  APPEARED  ,  FLASHED  SPEARS  ,  SOUNDED  MUM !

ALL  PLAYED  BRUTUS  ,  CEASER  FELT  ALONE  AND  FELL  DOWN  ,  ALL  LEFT  JUBILLIANT  ,

NO  ONE  WAS  THERE  TO  PLAY  ANTONIO  ,  BUT  LO  ,  THE  FORCHUNES  FELT DUMB !

AND  THE  CEASER  CHANGED  HIS  PART  ,  AND  DEPARTED  FROM  THE  BUNCH  AND  ,

STARTED  LIFE  AGAIN  FROM THE  POINT  ZERO , HAS  PASSTIMES  ,NO FRIENDS  ,  NO  BUNCH!!