Backyard Garden Poem by Jaspal J Singh

A seed so zen, blossomed in a flower in that backyard,
surrounded by the fences, seemed an unknown reward.

it seems alright, whats the need,
the gardener with a pride, didn't pay much heed.

flock of known strangers often come by,
should it be in a pot? , should it stay afloat?
oh it needs water, that leaf from view, looks so dry


it cherished the sun kissed landscapes,
blabbering of the parakeets, tickling of luminous butterflies.
titivating rope, held it against the painted wall,
despairs, the dream didn't materialize.


it leaped, leaped with all the might, comforting doors cracked, Here cometh! mighty storms,
through the streams of doubts and beliefs, finding enchanting grounds.


soul filling warmth of wilderness, the sight of endless skies,
few petals with bruises, few shimmering seashore sunrise.


the strokes of breeze that gaze, and kiss and gift the breath of hope,
it must've been a Ballerina rose, certainly from the wild,
not from that backyard garden, said the Pope.