Bougainvillea isnot just a bunch of flowers,
but blazing beauty written all over.
Bougainvillea isnot a bunch of flowers,
It’s thinness is too magical to imagine.
Bougainvillea isnot a bunch of flowers,
Plethora of colours are there in waiting.
Bougainvillea isnot a bunch of flowers,
The thorns over it’s stems are sharp
but oozing out is a variety of pedigrees.
Bougainvillea isnot just a bunch of flowers,
It hails from herbs to trees
but the serenity is so same to the soul.
Bougainvillea isnot a bunch of flowers,
It is a music unheard elsewhere.
it is a sight unseen everywhere.
it’s touch is felt nowhere.
Bougainvillea isnot a bunch of flowers,
it has cream to fill nicest sandwitch.
it has charm of a sweet smile.
it is warm to feel in feezing cold.
Bougainvillea isnot just a bunch of flowers,
it is specifically scripted by the best craftsman.
it’s symphony is orchestred by the soundest mucisian.
it’s artillery is managed by the shrewdest general.
Bougainvillea isnot a bunch flowers,
Admires are hard to be dispersed.
Artists are so many to cajoling.
Adorning isnot intended for garlands.
Adjudicating isnot ample to advocacy .
Oh… Bougainvillea,you are not just a bunch of flowers,
Your thorn prick may hurt the skin
but not even a corner of mind.
How can the pain be realized
as your purity push sensations aside.
Oh… Bougainvillea, you arenot just a bunch of flowers.
Your silky softness shatters
sourness of sorrow.
Our love for you is a mountian
even monsters mourn to contain.
The pleasure we derive from you
is not carried away by curls and curves
Oh.. dear Bougainvillea,
You embrace the mother earth
with enormous embellishment.
The love you evoke is lustre.
The light you produce is galore.
Dear Bougainvillea, you make our world illustrious.
Inimitability is the essence of your existence.
inimitability is the essence of your existence…
