A Gardener's Note

Spring has arrived in my bower

Glimmering in a golden cover

Tender petals shivers in joy

Oh, where art thou, come 

Sit for a while with me

As I sit alone and wonder ..

Handcrafted by fine master

Divine appears my garden

I, the gardener, sit and watch

My sweet little eden..

Each movement awakens me

Be it the breeze on a leaf
Or a squirrel up the tree

Says, you have planted this blithe

Learn gardener, learn to believe !

Mornings when butterfly flutters

Or at noon when birds sing

My garden becomes my joy

Amidst all gloomy things..

If someday you happen to cross

My planted land of colour

Sit a while, gaze a while

And do not forget to pick a flower...

This gardener has kept 

Few blooms only for you

Her spring shall get its all

When you get, from it, a flower, new !

~Manjuri~