
Changing Garden
Gardener’s been changed
He’s young and new
With a lot of fresh
Perspective
Flowers and greens, tall and short
Now afraid
They maybe trimmed
Grass and creepers, both in jitters
They may be left,
To wither away
Few trees happy at their chance
To grow more tall and reach the sky
Hope and despair
The whole garden felt
When it rained
Or the hot sun blazed
Now it’s gone
And each of the green
On its own
To hope or despair
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
A lovely poem. I like the way you personified the feelings of the plants.
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Thanks a lot for your kind words.
Actually was driving down a deserted road and saw those trees on the way and really felt like they had a personality which I had overlooked. We take them for granted and lot many other things also.
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Actually have used the garden as a metaphor for regime changes in countries.
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Oh, that would probably work very well!
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