A cactus asked a rajanigandha
Both were together
In one of those
Floral shows
O people say
You are so beautiful
How do you maintain it?
The bragging rajani replied
O my tale is
No less than a rich
Young maiden's
She applies make up
I put on fragrance
I have pristine white buds
Planted with care I was
O I deserve to be
Called the queen
You grow
In the sandy places
Under great heat
You are green
Only in your stems
Otherwise
What show do you have
????????
The cactus had a flair
Started
O I may not have
Your beauty,O rajani
But I do have flowers
Colorful
They grow
Amongst perks
You don't
Don't forget
O dear
We all come
From the same
Gifts
Of harmony
Of this earth
Beautiful creations
Do have
An unseen
Foundation stone
Hidden indeed!