Who ever cast an
evil eye?
The Garden Green,
hitherto looking upwards,
worshipping the blissful
SKY,
azure and bountifully
charitable:
flowers and buds : the
plants’ progeny,
now cast downwards;
whoever casts an
evil eye, I know
not.
the tawny
leaves,
wishfully touching the ground,
for sky has defrauded
them;
may be, a
gentle reminder
of the onslaughts
BY The
slow moribund earthly.
The pail looks
desolate around,
we look up
to the never-ending
Sky
to take care
of the anguished
thirsty buds.
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