Everybody’s Garden
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Spit and spurt; no one is hurt
when water trickles gently so
upon the garden all must grow
but send me to a waterfall
unbridled, uncontrolled,
and sinks the part that could be heart
because always too much spray
is just too hard to swallow.
Out there amidst the drip and drop
is where I hold opinions best
but in the roar, the crash, the fall,
all I thought entrenches more.
But I turn the cheek of tolerance,
these days I’ve grown some more
for what is noise and bluster but
the building blocks of nature
in mix and match like flowers, weeds,
in everybody’s garden.
Nothing serves a garden best
than a soft and gentle morn
breaking ever quietly so
over all that tries to grow
but when the midday sun screams out
only weeds survive the heat!
Comment from Parv Kaushik
Time August 20, 2008 at 11:16 am
Nothing serves a garden best
than a soft and gentle morn
breaking ever quietly so
over all that tries to grow
but when the midday sun screams out
only weeds survive the heat!
i compare it to a new born who recieves the love and attention of the mother but as the child grows up he life tests him in several ways…