BAMBOO

He asked bamboo why it was so hollow and bamboo replied "I am full"
"With what? " he asked, curious.
"Full of potential of course! Can you fill that what is full already?"
He fell silent. Amazed. Stunned.
Is it's hollowness it's sadness? Or is it a strength? After all, only those who fall can bounce back. Resilience has its prerequisites ...

BAMBOO
Flutes made out of bamboo
Such lovely notes they play
In noise of world are oft smothered
Their tunes yet here to stay

They chop them down in forests
Brutal as they can be
Yet in their homes in crystal vase
A bamboo shoot they see

Saddened, 'now' it is 'hollow'
In hands of ingrates and brutes
Hollow bamboo makes more noise
And oft, melodious flutes
-Mx