Thriving Plants, Plush Greenery Poem by Sumita Jetley

Boston's heart, where histories sleep,
Stood a balcony where secrets keep.
There, Sandhya lived with her leafy friends,
In a world where the mundane bends.

Chorus:
Oh, Sandhya danced with her plants so fine,
Under the sun, in Sufi's rhyme.
In a city of hustle, of brick and stone,
She made a green, laughing world her own.

Basil blushed in a corner shy,
As Daffodil swayed to the sky.
Lavender laughed in fragrant tones,
In this oasis, their serene home.

Chorus:
Oh, Sandhya danced with her plants so fine,
Under the sun, in Sufi's rhyme.
In a city of hustle, of brick and stone,
She made a green, laughing world her own.

"Come, my friends, " she warmly said,
As she poured rain tea in cups widespread.
"Share a joke, a tale, or a song,
In our symphony, we all belong."

Basil whispered a tale so meek,
Of a sunbeam kiss on his green cheek.
Daffodil twirled with a tale of the breeze,
And Lavender's scent whispered with ease.

Chorus:
Oh, Sandhya danced with her plants so fine,
Under the sun, in Sufi's rhyme.
In a city of hustle, of brick and stone,
She made a green, laughing world her own.

As twilight spread its purple hue,
Their laughter in the winds flew.
A reminder from this green-clad band,
Joy's found in the simplest strand.

Final Chorus:
Yes, Sandhya danced with her plants so fine,
Under the stars, in Sufi's divine.
In a world that rushes, in her tranquil dome,
She found her peace, her heart, her home.