Garden
A Aniruddha Pathak
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A garden's no green patch made rich,
A school for humans hard to teach,
In patience to learn from Ma Nature,
To ponder on man's greedy nature!
Industry, hard work like an ant's,
Thrift, that tomorrow plenty grants,
Eternal hope on things adverse,
Nature has the will, things to nurse;
Has trust, a newly born infant
To care, her devotion unbent—
Ensure, sprouts would get ripe one day,
And for a long while stay that way
That this Earth a paradise be
If only man wills so to see,
If acts in thrift, clipping raw greed,
O not to reap unsown yon need.
Yet, man's careful not nor patient,
Grows wanton weeds unrepentant;
Let gardens mankind on earth warn:
Ye shall heed or else die like corn.
Mystique nor myth, heaven's good grace,
No patch of greenery so rich,
But charm packed in a small green space,
Schools gardens are mankind to teach.
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Musings | 03.02.07 |
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