I am sometimes quite opulent,

But I am always corpulent.

I am quite colourful and beautiful

For people to take my flowers a handful.

Is it the pretty primrose

With its colourful and vivid roses,

Or is it the aromatic oleander

With a stem full of meanders.

Whatever bush it may be

It brings happiness for the folks who see

I am quite colourful and beautiful

For people to take my flowers a handful.

Where are my beloved brothers and sisters

Who saved me from those blisters

It is none other than the towering tree

Oh, why don’t humans let it free?

The writer is in class IX C, Vidya Mandir Senior Secondary School

Keywords: young worldpoems