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Where hopes are hardened into cement,
An artful Peepal can still pull up and
From the withering walls of concrete
And clap its leaves on a sunny day.
It hauls in jazzy hands
To reflect light to possible corners
Where waiting for a signal,
Forlorn creatures want to be rescued.
Peepal gives them hope
That they too, can survive.
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