Bamboo - Poem
Bamboo
Higher, higher and higher 
Towards the  sky,
Aspire, aspire and aspire 
See, no one is nearby!
King of the grass,
 Need of the people,
 For building huts, pandals or building works!
 It does not matter,
 Whether warm or cold is the weather!
Your origin is not native
 But, you have become our relative, 
See, everywhere
 You or your brethren are there!
You know how to help,
 You do not consider money gap!
 Rich and poor all are to you equal,
 No one can be your parallel!


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