Garden - Poem by Binoy Barman
He has a house and an adjacent garden
Sometimes for him it becomes a burden
He sits on soft grass
Thinks of gold brass
And during dreams his thoughts harden.
His home garden he cares when it needs
There he spreads all unnecessary seeds
Days and nights for hours
Waiting for beautiful flowers
He finds there grow only various weeds.
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