Position Of Worship Poem by Malabika Ray Choudhury

My father's garden afar cradled in my lavender memory, had serene chrysanthemums,
ravishing dahlias, along with smiling zinnias,
he dreamed of a life around those astounding flowers.
digging, and watering, and pruning the hedges,
a life full of tranquility and connected with ethereal nature,
like an enchanting picture painted by a visionary artist with shades of lush green …
painted with brown soil, golden sunshine, and pouring rain.
I see his powerful hands dusty with mud, holding the tools with strong grasp,
his upright face crimson toiling in the sun,
his whole body in a position of worship …
worshipping Nature.

this is a dream, which never happened for him.
he did not have a chance to live in his dreamland.