THE TWO TALES

Far , Far in a desert sand
There stood a young cactus
Far , Far Away a desert sand
There stood a Young farmrette

They both were alone
And dealt with prone
Being excluded of water
Pain dwelled very deeper
 
Both were with Aim
But both were in Vain
Each had tempest of fire
But also quietest in whole sphere

All Taunted at them
As all lagged in them
Someday Both came across
And caught the cause

The twain learnt in Depth
The twain burnt like hearth

The cactus extended out
While scraped with sharp spines
The lassie Expansed out
While prevailed over debt's Spines

The two kept Their Shoulder's To wheel
The Two made their defeat to Kneel
Each refined with Pain
But each defined with Aim

The cactus Extended out
As prickle pear
The farmrette Expanded out
As powerful in sphere

The deeper they endured the agony
The deeper they enhanced the Solidity
Lastly, They Trimphed Their Grail
This Blooms the tale.