Hi, How Is Your Garden? Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Are we born with a pouch of seeds to sow?
Are the seeds picked up on the way to show?
Carrying the bags of seed to disperse through the winds,
Of gossip, water of weak mind and agents of great,
We create the garden of trees that may produce,
The fragrant flowers, useful fruits and poisonous,
Leaves, that may be elevating us to higher level,
Or pushing down to the deep hole to stay and dwell,
Checking the garden everyday is our crucial duty,
Removing the weeds of ill thoughts in the sprouts,
Be careful with the habits of diseased willows,
At every stage of our life, this garden of good and false,
Get swayed with time and experience,
As there is no difference between the human,
Of all generations, as they have felt the same,
The many generations yet to come and enjoy,
What our primitive ancestors had experienced,
Keep your garden of mind, devoid of hate,
As the hate seeds spread the message fast,
Though the love seeds are slow, once planted,
The trees of love give shade, food and comfort,
To everyone whom wish to stay underneath,
When we are blessed with good or bad events,
We should have sown the respective seeds,
Somewhere at sometime in the past,
To enjoy or suffer and regret later.