Evil of rivalry

Be it a root, shoot, bark or leaves,
Be it sepals, petals, ovary or seeds.
No rivalry, no infighting, no usurpation.
Their goal is to live their parts and die.
They have no sixth sense to rival.
22.06.2002, pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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