Gardens make me ecstatic-a green paradise,
I picture how it will be a sight in sunrise
A joy of carefree bushes relates to my heart;
Sorrow of separation from me shall depart.
How does it ever matter for trifles shall pass?
Fill me with lightning laughter tickle me green grass;
All is cheerful you say but is it outside?
I may become what I may from future I hide.
This moment is delightful I lay in your arms
It is all that I can learn from your misty charms,
Never silent I have been to such an extent
This sensation pure gives me this very instant.
My darling I have to leave but hope I return
My days are never empty when you're here I learn;
Your gardens are so pinkish in paradise green,
Filled I am with happiness as I leave this dream.
Hmm Garden-Fresh…like a Soul Freshener…well metaphorized…entwined in 'You' and 'Garden'…symbolism...well conceptualized……thanks for sharing Regards Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved the metaphor! Garden, love..and the encompassing of nature and creation. Enjoyable read! ; D