Being a bamboo or a Banyan is a matter of choice

When wisdom of words seek malice as price
Beware, Little hearts, it’s vice not wise
When slaughter is game, impugning is right
The bleakness of soul might just linger bright
And yet it strives, strives and strives
A word of peace, a word of might!

A Bamboo or a Banyan; it’s a matter of choice.

Power to Thee who chooses to be
A sprawling root, a bearing tree
With shade to one and sap to self
For stormy days; for spirit free
And then there comes both peace and might
Sans slaughter as game, impugning as right!

For Bamboo or Banyan is a matter of CHOICE.