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Highway Plant

Everytime I travel through the highway,
I see green plants planted in the middle of the road for dividing the lanes.
Beautiful – I should say,
But who is taking care of them?
Who planted them there?
Who fixed their fate?
I believe we won’t be able to stand in the middle of the highway for atleast an hour.
Who has the patience to persist –
The smoke from the trucks,
The heat of the sun,
The harsh polluted wind,
The not-so-gentle rain &
The never ending noise of vehicles?
Patience is a million dollar virtue,
But we have a choice. Don’t we?
What choice does the highway plant have in it’s life?
Do we even give it a choice?
Still, it never fails to make travellers happy.
Maybe, it is a living proof that no matter where we are, we still have something to offer for the betterment of Life.
Stay blessed Highway Plant!