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
