The Shadow In My Garden Poem by Piyush Dey

The Shadow In My Garden

Rating: 4.8


Among
the daisies of my morning garden,
and the golden leaves of grass that
dance untouched when the wind fills
into their arms, just down the
eucalyptus trees,

Among
the butterflies over the rosy nectar,
and the dew over the tips of the
old leaves, and somewhere in the
greenness of the little garden,
falls your absence,
which grows more denser with each
blooming petal of petunia over the
smallest plant that stands as bold
and bright beside that old bench
where for hours, some crows used
to sit and babble,

Under
the brown soil and above the green
grass, falls your absence,
quietly and unknowingly, which
gets denser each falling rain that
falls so loosely and unconditionally.

The cuckoos that used to sing when
we walked, hand in hand, breath in
breath, around that small pond of
lilies and lotuses, don't sing now
even in the spring days when the
fragrance of the flowers mingle with
the cuteness of the air,
Now, even the pond stands empty-
with a cup that seeks water
every time when some dark clouds
hover over it's body, maybe-
this greenness, these songs fail
to recognize your absence which
still falls in my morning garden,
among the lush greenness that
keep asking for your presence.

The Shadow In My Garden
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 09 January 2015

The beauty of nature so well portrayed and the absence so poignantly felt makes this piece profound and phenomenal.......very very well composed......10

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Om Chawla 09 January 2015

The longing for the absent beloved is poignantly portrayed in this lovely write. Enjoyed reading it.

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Salini Nair 10 January 2015

beautiful poem.....nicely composed...like it

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Shabeeh Haider 07 January 2015

Very well written. Wonderful to read

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Edward Kofi Louis 23 March 2016

Untouched! ! With the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing.

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Madathil Rajendran Nair 23 March 2015

A fantastic poem from a yearning heart! Piyush, this is real piyush (juicy nectar I mean) although the mood is sad. But, the sweetest comes from the saddest as our poet has said. (10)

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Valsa George 11 January 2015

The sense of absence of the beloved felt by the lover in you is poignantly shared here! When you see the whole Nature smiling before you, you pine for her presence! Enjoyed this passionate write!

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Savita Tyagi 10 January 2015

Also loved the picture.

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Savita Tyagi 10 January 2015

So beautiful and vivid with nature's lovely portraits. Absence of beloved felt throughout makes it a very intense piece connected with emotions and nature. Enjoyed reading it very much. Thank you so much for your comment on my poem.

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