Read the given poem and answer the questions.
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!