Musings From The Mughal Garden

Ten Thousands saw I at a glance

Oh, no! not the poet's "Daffodils" by a mere chance

But in abundance they were, greeting the visitors

With all their myriad hues and colours,

In the gardens of the mighty Mughals

Sprawling behind the President's Mahal.

Dainty Dahlias blooming large,

Golden Marigolds beaming bright;

Radiant tulips from colder lands

As guests of honour among the band.

Fragrant roses standing proud,

Orange bigonias in hanging shrouds,

Dancing lilies yellow and white

And hundreds more, in the morning light.

As beds and carpets and fences of flowers

They filled the square beneath the tower.

Bustling beetles and humming bees

Treating themselves on honey meals

Men and women of all ages and classes

Have left no choice, but to be humble admirers

On bushes and shrubs, creepers and climbers

Serene and vibrant and gleeful they stood

Though short lived they are in the year's breadth

Eternal are the joy and radiance they spread

Soon, summer will arrive with her spindle hot

To send the beauties to their sleeping spots

There, they hibernate for months long

Awaiting prince charming to return in the spring to come.