Pain Of A Gardener Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Pain Of A Gardener
I transform stone like seeds
To lives, as rainbow hue of garden.
Feeding them with water and nutrition
I always perceived a sense of satisfaction.
Fragrance of colourful flowers
Developed a sense of Alive Affection.
Flowers get drenched with dew drops
As symbol of tears for their dear.
When they realised, owner of garden
Isn't me at all.
Passion I have developed for
Rainbow hue of garden
Made me mad in
Love withheavenly garden.
Flame of fame of identity as a garden
Burned me alive.
I am fired from my job
When my hair turned grey.
What is justice of Lord
The thing I created
Doesn't belong to me.
Me...like a heart without its beats
What a life of a gardener, it is!
Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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