A GARDENER
Soft sorrows of sweet sights
pluck hearts’ flowers
snatching
whistling moments of joy
to establish truth of sadness.
Being a gardener of hearts
I’m ready
to nurse buds
and budding winks
with evergreen dreams
to be their honest possessor.
My love enlivens me with faith
considering lovingly
sorrows and pleasures
strength and weakness
to bring out light out of darkness.
We are parenting minute feelings
of tears and fears
of an honestly struggling life
opposing borrowed laughter
of the white devils
that try to preach and teach us
like the wise minds of the epics.
Copyright@Bipul Ch. Kalita, 26/11/2017
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