Poem of the week: The Garden by Nicholas Grimald
A grand praise for Garden
Who will not like grand theme of garden?
Who would abhor entering into the blissful
Spot unless infected with cold or similar such?
Her Muse, already invitatory notes to compose
Song in praise of sweet aroma of garden’s flower,
Buds, blossoming spell on her mood and mind
Set for another journey celestial and sacred;
Herbal roots with tiny upcoming leaves,
Medicinal care for cure for long ailment
Dictated and preserved in scriptures for long,
By Sages and sagas, of long Repute in histories
Carved and cared with all veneration and due respect;
Bees buzz in morn and eve, on honeyed flowers,
Around buds, a coil for them in and around
Seasons full of honey and sweet perfume,
When thrill for imbibe proves never ending,
At times, buds bar closing themselves,
For mankind a wonder unheeded.
Leaves of medicinal care and endure
For mankind in dire necessity and timely care.
Agriculture and sericulture other feeds
On the tool of gardening, provided full flow
Of water and tilling, good soil and deep plough.
Medicine and food from leaves, greenery
In plenty for Nature ever stays in gardens
With unfailing aids, at all times.
My muse now ready to compose
Songs in praise of gardens and yields.
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