In my house
is a small garden
Tended to by
Narayan
It has a
lemon tree and a coriander bush
And lives on
grass and photosynthesis
The garden
is old, and sometimes
It tires
from being in bloom
For what is
a garden, but just another lie?
One we tell
to help us sleep
At night
The garden
never changes
And it
invites
With it’s
pretty trees and colourful bushes
Nature using
cosmetics would perhaps
Have the
same effect
Be wary of
gardens because
They are
greedy
Some plants
in them don’t wish you well
They entice
and laugh as you trip and you
Fall down
The Bilge Master
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