Beautiful flowers always grow up,
It's fertile land or battle field,
Nothing gonna screw them up,
They grow even on places, have no yield.
The black land,
With full of pile and shit,
The white land,
With full of fertilizers and fit.
Flowers grow up everywhere,
Spread their fragrance,
They grow up anywhere,
And make their presence.
Beautiful flowers grow up everywhere,
Beautiful flowers grow up anywhere.
© Krishna Katyayan 2018
