Amaravati Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

I am excited with a sigh of assurance,
My friend, Standing at the bus station in a cordial ambience,
Friend is a great horticulturist in a heavenly garden,
An expatriate friend with a map of his homeland warden.

Now, Two friends standing in the garden crosswise,
Inside the house waiting the Amaravati friends' entertaining vase,
The example of sincerity is very heavy,
There are rows of colourful flowers in friend's back garden bravy.
Exaggeration of the ongoing conversation in ruminate savy.

On the other hand,
Amaravati brings the capital of heaven to earth,
Paradise adorned by Lotus flowers birth;
Carrying the jingle of the assembled gardeners,
In cheerful utterance of determiners,
Vibrating in remembrance of time,
In the gathering of happy guests prime,
The fair of Amravati gardeners was overjoyed with rhyme.

Flower growers, singing hymns in unison,
Amravati's path in the earth was composed in reason,
Flower-tree-plant cultivation is protracted in the skies prison;
I pray that, Let the world be safe, Let the air be clear in horizon,
May heaven be revealed, in the wandering of the gardeners frisson.