Question

The lotus in its beauty and brilliance smiles And dares the sun To whom it compares its shape and shine. “Thou hast not my tenderness, Thou hast not my fragrance,” it says. The sun just glares And utters not a word. Either of censure or of praise ! The poor black mud Nourishing the roots With soft cool protective touch Keeps silent too. It is beyond compare To either the lotus or the sun Nor recognition does it crave ! Let the world rave and revile At the vile stench of mud; The mud knows the Dark Reality It just wants to Be ! It just wants to Be !


QUESTION: How is the mud different from the lotus

Answer 1

Answer:

cuz lotus grows on the dirt which fulfills thier required things