Monday, April 11, 2011

The garden keeper



He waters the thirsty soil in the sweltering heat
I've heard him singing hymns,
while plowing  the soil, and sowing the seeds,
 and nurturing  the saplings under the shiny sun

Twinkle in his eyes like the dewdrops of the grass blades
folds of his skin like the bark of an old tree
he hums along as the robin sings
 and beams like the sunflower as the honeybees dance
the old gardener lives his garden

One season evolves into another
small plants turn into big trees
but his work continues on
unrelenting  and never ending

His back has bowed, bent like a fruit laden tree
he is gone old like the corner oak tree
but the scent of the flowers, the cool breeze
and the soothing shade of the garden
rejuvenates him and keeps him going

8 comments:

Monu Awalla said...

It's true, old people take more interest in gardening & pamper plants like their own children...beautifully expressed Sneha..:)
Young people, from this old person, must learn how to take care of nature..:)

Vivek Chamoli said...

HI Sneha,

Lovely Poem with such a nice garden visit .
It reminds me of my native place where we have flowers n flowers before the entrance gate of our home top in valley the look of it look so nice. :)

take care.
ks :)

Pranavam Ravikumar a.k.a. Kochuravi said...

Loved your post. My wishes.

Manivannan Sadasivam said...

Awesome poem, Sneha!

"Twinkle in his eyes like the dewdrops of the grass blades"

Loved those lines......

And, the picture too was a treat to our eyes. Felt peaceful, reading the poem. So, thanks, my friend :-)

Priyaa said...

awesome...beautifully described....I could imagine a peaceful scene in my ind even without the painting... :-)

Nonetheless, painting is beautiful too...your creation???

Priyaa said...

*mind

Sneha said...

@ Priyaa

No, I have taken it from google.

Kalpana Solsi said...

Reading this poem reminds of another poem ,"The Solitary Reaper."