When Gardens Begin To Die Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

When gardens begin to die
In these scorching sun and times
Where shall we go to smell flowers sweet?

When gardens die for a season
I do not see a change, I see only an end.
Some one ordered me to be pessimistic.

A flying bird comes down to my abode
And asks all of a sudden, `How are you friend? `
I tell her a lie, ` I am happy in my garden`.

The clouds have a promise to fulfill
They must break into water drops.
To let our plants live in a garden.