My Garden Poem by Radhamani Sarma

In my not peremptory home garden,
Which is not Garden of Eden,
Neither is it a den of thistles,
No piled up garbages, yet garnished
With well pruned, protected plants
Of Jasmines, Roses, Chrysanthemum
and hither and thither heather too.
Serpentine, decorative frills to
Take you plenty around.
No nymphs no fawns:
Could be rosebuds are fawns,
The cute, kitten are nymphs,
You sit in a corner of a mound,
Type and tweet, twitter with
The birds soaring blue benign.
No killings, no yearning,
My home garden, glowing
With serene, serendipity ever.