Bamboo: the story untold

Emerges a seedling well nourished,
Ready or not must take its first breath,
Sun-kissed it is with one aim;
Grow to the heights that set your fame,
Let each nodes set its branches free,
For peers of pandas to one day rejoice,
Grow a bit today, for you must not stop.
So, Go on and Rise!!

You are to set an exquisite world,
Connecting lives with bridges,
Caring families with shelters,
Do learn to mould your presence,
Be there as furniture or as toys,
Smile even more with each passing scar,
With your last breath, set flare to the warmest fire.
Infinite shall be the reasons to fancy you

A day shall come when your existence is questioned,
Trees they say,
Age with wrinkles within,
Store stories in each of those rings,
Grow old alone nice and fat,

Now remember, you are not just any tree,
You are the bamboo of trees,
Life does not come easy to you,
Competition you face every day,
Slender you are racing for the top,
For you find the joy in rivalry

Hollow- you are,
For you let the wind dance within,
Resonate that vibrant sound into a soothing music,
Creating euphony, that rhythm in melodrama,
Writing the pages of history is not you,
For you believe in sharing the harmony at present.

Now, who am I to tell you all this?
You and I are much the same,
I too mask my appearance standing tall,
Nevertheless, am hollow inside;
Still in search for that perfect harmony….