Pestering feelings let him rest not Till given shape of inked words Vocabulary fails brain searches Nap broken by itching fingers
The saga continues ...
Else's suffering burdens you most Unmindful how I make the ends meet Chides his be(i)tter-half desolated For sustenance do a job you should, Goads him till he saunters out...
Forsaken by the mundane world and Forgotten by the worldly-wise Wonders he, why indeed, why so it is A gardener's job is thankless....
Seeds to be sown for plants to grow Canals to be made for water to flow Someone's needed to toil to plough He endures it for this world to glow.
