I Have this Garden of Poems








full of flowers that bloom
at first
and then carried away with my greenthumb
i planted everything
trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos
and vines and hanging plants

almost everything
and so the blooming flowers died
and the grasses diminishing like some
hair of this baldness

but nothing is lost in this garden of poems
the birds came and built their nests
some are still coming
every morning
and then the chirping begins





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Lonely Night (Lento )

Pretty night she strolls the lonely sky
cuddling stars her perpetual shiny friends
city life cruelly ignores her slumber cry
holding umbrella to guard tears that donĂ¢��t end

Alone she lives without a glimpse of sun
storm she calls upon when she demands
throne of darkness webs earth for evil fun
thunderstorm whips life on her command

by Meena Krish

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