There, in my garden, in the far most end
lay the weakest creeper winding a Tree.
Never ever have I seen it grow free!
But It did lay pleading the tree to bend.
Fate or sin it did? to always depend?
How superior to it is the tree?
Oh, There is a bend in the work of Thee
or not, oh god, please make me comprehend.
Just to come and go, we need two and four
and to make a living, more than a crore.
Nothing is independent on this floor.
Now it strikes, the creeper, a jasmine fair
round the bare tree, brought under my mom’s care
but for the creeper, the tree is not there!
– A. S. Mohanagiri
The author of the book, Bedtime Stories for Grown-ups: Folktales from India
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