The Gardens of Today

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