I grow nettles in my garden
I hate flowers...
Theyre so pretty
Sweet, scented, natures lot
Mild, caressing and gentle
Everything LIFE is not
I grow nettles in my garden
I love their prickly truth
Their nature which epitomizes
Sadism, cruelty, unruth
Animosity, vindictiveness, callousness
Everything LIFE is, in nakedness
I grow nettles in my garden
I don’t play with fantasy
I don’t duck from reality
I don’t forray with romances
I don’t believe in taking chances
I grow nettles in my garden
To remember my old vulnerability
To remember that cutthroat treachery
To survive amidst the enemy
To be wary of your coming back to me.
a real time garden that must be...the mind...good meaningful write, Wardha...ten for your piece
Shukria Wardha. A lovely composition, I love the last stanza most.10++
To survive amidst the enemy 'To be wary of your coming back to me' last line has taken it into another matrix.... I wish I’d grown nettles too I wish I too had nurtured truth Then breeding dreams I wish I had roots in terra firma
Is life getting too prickly, , , here it is again not different from the fantasies of flowers, , , , well written,10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hopeful words...love is worth the wait... a 10+++