Man is a ripened fruit of nature
And nature is the summom Bonum of literature
And literature is nothing but picture of nature.
Where is the pleasure You can say before all
And all are here together to make coverage
all depictions that are appealing as supreme whole.
Nothing wrong in discussion though value not assessed
And calculation made for the time beings
That was not corrected in evolutionary processes.
When red beaks of the birds is there
Sweet flavor enhanced and it is nectar
For man in class of recitation.
gajanan mishra
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