The Sunday is a lovely day
When my garden-plants
Get overjoyed and gay
After six days long wait
For their feed and water
My tender love and care.
I too, enjoy their company
Long till late-
Talking, trimming, cleansing,
And giving them a shape...
My hobby as per my taste.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2017
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gardening brings one close to nature.. Lovely poem