The garden that is made,
With pedicure turf,
Smooth as carpets,
With suffering leaves,
Rows of dwarfs,
Perfectly pruned,
Heightened trees,
Architecture,
And golden age,
Ponds are there,
With fountains and fish,
birds do sing,
with the choked throat,
animals do exist,
sculptured and painted,
very clean earth,
no worms found,
Chemical breeze,
Cloudy thoughts,
Sat on the benches,
Picture perfect,
The garden is made!
Simulated landscapes and gardens are not something uncommon in a world peopled with men of artificial mindscapes! A thoughtful write! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Underlying with depth of meaning in each line the beautiful poem digs at the man-made garden.Simply great. Thanks a lot.