Botanical Garden Poem by Raj Dronamraju

In a botanical garden, I confronted my unrealized desire
Among the creeper vines, I strangled frustration
Paradise should have armed itself and shot the first person who claimed to have discovered it

Let's go for a stroll in a botanical garden
No such thing as paradise without paying admission first
Nature is restrained, imprisoned, and viewed by the unnatural

Pent-up in a penthouse, her lethargy is now
Buy a bag of souvenirs, sunglasses tell of a long evening the night before
Bright midday sunlight finds her out of place

This is a tree you have never seen before
We bid goodbye to our nature and the nature we despoiled
People's longings are in shackles, in turn they put flora and fauna in shackles