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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