Theme: Garden



She would spend hours in the garden

Singing all her favourite songs

Caring arduously for her plants

Only to find


That her voice was never heard

That her plants had long been dead

That she was rendered blind 


By her illusions and her delusions 

Which had driven her to false conclusions 

And had locked away the logic of her mind 


She decided she must not remain,

Her heart was shattered by the pain.

But she couldn't return again 

To her little plot of lies.


So she left and entered a world where 

She sang and people stopped to listen

The flowers would bloom, the plants would glisten


Oh! How relieved she was, at last, 

To leave it all behind.

Image © Rupashri Chatterjee 


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