Saturday, December 5, 2015

Partial and impartial

(404)  Phulera vanete parii esechilo

Into the garden a fairy had come
To drink ambrosia of the flowers.
In the heady air and thrilling sky,
Her golden wings were outspread.

Peeking out, all the flowers say:
"My nectar, it is so tasty;
From others, some is bitter, some is pungent;
Some is sour, some is foul on the tongue."
Choosing carefully the fairy is a connoisseur;
For her tray, she plucked the sweetest flowers.

No flower does the fairy treat with neglect;
To all equally she has given respect.
Even those flowers whose nectar she did not take,
She embraced as she left for the distant heavens.

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