The Garden Of(F) Springs Poem by lalitha iyer

Yester night
when the moon was a delight
and soft romance flight
landed in my bed
the gardener was busy
his hopes were all rossy
his schemes all costly
yet, seeds were very pushy
the soil was checked out
no weeds was made out
solid paths charted out
the landscape was roadrollered
and the pit and peaks scaled
mounds were mastered to electric shrieks
endless earthquakes consumed the make
long after the intervals reduced
and shivers multiplied and seduced
the springs of the Garden
wonderfully moistened
the lusty lovescape
powerfully opened
Springs found their route
to surface the bottomless float
garden mellowed
and delicious
with scents of New Spring
A forgotten trunk
implanted with seeds!