GARDEN OF LOVE
All alone, every morning and evening,
Unconsciously, My legs lead me
To the garden of Love.
My hands are forced
By my anxious Heart,
To shower fountains of water
Upon the Lovely Plant,
To bear the Golden Fruit of Love.
By: - Khirod Dalpati
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AS a Romantic poet I love gardening daily so that many more plants grow happily Sir /Ma'ams My first few good ones for your eyes if unread still Some you have read I know Kindly do visit my pages as so often I do too A MINUSCULE poems you may relish are • Mom's Smiles Very sentimental poetry.... I recall my mom’s... • O Love Thou shall be more amazed as you read me more again... • My Flowery Youth Youth is that fountain....which must one day... • Love Cemented Forests Forests of cement if there is any... • Honey Kiss Honey Kiss Very nice honey and kiss we all... • Lease Of Life Last night I was feeling cold, nearly... • Oh! Someone Someone somewhere awaits for me behind the...