The tree of human life
Ever seen the hard work of trees
Ever seen the competition of fruits
Ever heard the success stories of theirs
Absolutely no, I suppose
These only occur in our race
But the mango does live our life
They are born in numbers
They need to be perfect
If huge, they fall down
If small, they remain unrecognized
The ones boasting off their qualities,
Shouting out, "I am the best and most juicy"
They are gobbled by the monkeys
The race does not end here
Rather it begins
They wait for the day when they are interviewed
Good ones are selected and sold
Here they compete with the best ones
Our life's coarse is similar to this one
We are not the only one
Who live with the title
'Survival Of The Fittest'
