I Am A Gardener Poem by Rajendra padhi

A long broom in my hand
Sweep the flowers
In the gay mornings,
I have no tears for petals
Scattered here and there,
Their fragrance is lost
They will make my garden dirty.
I look at the glimmering buds
Waiting to bloom,
The bees with finely-tuned lips
Sit on dew-cooled flowers
Smelling their youth of spring,
My dreams come true
The garden twinkles with love
I sparkle in joy
The price of sweat gained.

I am quite indifferent
Trees born and die
The new comes
The old departs.

I can watch the plants in me
Flowering, ripening and dying,
When roses weep the jasmines smile
I keep my garden safe from cattle,
I am a lover of my garden
I don’t grieve on flowers
When they sleep for ever
Brings fun for me
The next day the other blossoms
Keep waiting to bloom.