My Garden My Story - Poem by BAL KRISHAN PANDITA

This is my garden
Here I had once sown the seeds of flowers
And planted branches of trees
And let the birds built their nests atop

But now these very flowers
Which once used to go in raptures
On hearing my voice
Have forgotten even to smile back

Here once I dreamt about them blooming
And brooded over their beauty
I used to be a part of them
Now alone I am no more among them

I am like a leaf overgrown and waiting to fall
But I am not sad anymore
In this very garden today
I learnt the lesson of the day

I have seen the autumn leaf
Detach happily and float in mirth
As it comes to kiss the mother earth
Such is the calling of the land.


Topic(s) of this poem: death

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 20, 2016

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