Love Poems Of A Gardener

Daydreaming as I lay,
In the garden; thinking of her,
Indulging in the nostalgia,
I am interrupted by raucous murmurs.
It is the Ashoka whispering,
'He's still in love, with the same girl!'
And little rose interrupts, "He can't be;
The sea of beauty has many pearls!"
Squirming in between the eyes
Our love who witnessed;
The seed of love once sown,
Had grown up as a cypress.
The squirrel frowns,
Irresolute of me being certain;
Hoping that I ain't missing,
The culprit who closed the curtains.
The anxious sparrow,
Seizing in her beak an alive bee,
Demurs with her head,
'No, no! You cannot be!'
The ape on the Banyan,
Whooping to the top of its voice-
"After all this time?
You must be kidding guys"
Desperate for my response,
Pricking its ears,
The mole from the underground,
Approaches to me nearer.
My wet eyelasher blurking,
The love that never dwindled;
Everyone of my acquaintance knew,
The love that she kindled.
Audacity of me, soon to be hampered,
The beasts consoling; the orchid pampered.
Gazing the patch of greenery that galloped,
Sensation through my veins,
The lawns were soon to be orphaned,
No one to guard the fence!
So daydreaming in the garden,
I lay below the sycamore;
Watching the coppice,
That we together adored;
Replaying the moments again,
Smiling at a few harebells,
Leaving the hold of roots of life,
The gardener goes cold and pale..