Garden Of Solace (Villanelle) Poem by Afzal Juneja

Behind the giant gate, is an old gardener, reason to live,
Astonishing, vibrant, blissful——garden of solace, indeed, ​​
With thousands of flowers and millions of leaves.

​Every glance is a pure love without a doubt to deceive,
Across the paradise of colors, a soul has been freed, ​​
​Behind the giant gate, into an old gardener, reason to live,

Treasure of splendid aromas in every breath one breathe,
Like a glimpse of heaven has bestowed to one as a treat, ​
Enfolded with thousands of flowers and millions of leaves.

Into the freezing dawn, most alluring sight he gives,
Where the droplets grins, as the yellow rays meet, ​ ​​
"Art of nature", is an old gardener, reason to live,

The Gardner strive to see, but blessed​ ​with ability to perceive,
Before planting, he whispers a prayer to every seed,
"Blossom into charming flowers and enthralling leaves".
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Elegant butterflies are his present, for passion he conceive,
Certainly curious for patterns but colors are, not his greed,
​​Behind the giant gate, is an old gardener, reason to live,
Not less for flowers, but more for unique structure of leaves.