Two Gardens Poem by C. P. Sharma

I love the dawn, the whole garden blooms,
Watch the gardener equipped with tools
Digging beds, pruning for better health
Weeding out the irrelevant and unfit.

I love the dusk that lit-up the sky
Millions of stars, cool moon light,
Harbinger of sore day-labor’s bath
Schedule for my next dreamy flight!

Thus, between two gardens I soar,
One bound by time and space
Other, with galaxies infinite
The mortal end I do not sight!