My Garden of Childhood

Once a longtime back,

In my youth

I planted a tiny tree,

With my heart's desire.

I watered it with drops of water

And a few drops of sweat,

And saw it grow little at a time,

Over the long years.

It blossomed and grew,

With visitors every few moments,

And I as the creator

Just looked at the young one with pride.

What is the difference,

May I ask in them and my own?

Life and blood,

Both of them give me the joy

The pain, the pride,

The anger and the disappointment

Every parent feels.

Both of them grow and feel,

Breath and react,

To me and my words,

And make my feel alive.

They give me purpose to smile,

To go ahead in life,

To live a life fullest in all senses,

Mine forever,

PRETTY GARDEN OF CHILDHOOD.