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SUSHANT -2019BCSIIITK

Drama Fantasy Inspirational

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SUSHANT -2019BCSIIITK

Drama Fantasy Inspirational

The Gardener's Rhyme

The Gardener's Rhyme

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I woke up today, in the world of my own, 

with seeds of my future, that were already sown.

I stood up and lived through another set of hours, 

the seeds of my past that had now become flowers.


Half-heartedly, I watered them with the bottle of my time,

hoping that my heart would be happy with their shine.

But I couldn't understand, why they still seemed dull to me,

was it my lack of effort, or was it something I couldn't see?


I sat on the grass with these musings in my mind,

and opened the newspaper to see a world void of kind.

But between all the negativity, I finally found that column,

the one that I read every week, the one I found solemn.


It was written by a girl, someone I had known for a while,

we shared a common dream, and yet she was further a mile. 

And in this world I had lived, which was ever so steep,

even centimetres of altitude was a worthy goal to seek.


She narrated her journey, of her peaks and pitfalls,

of the doors that opened for her, of how she faced the walls.

And I devoured every drop of it, every strand of what she said,

it seemed like my only way, to taste the path that she led.


I closed the paper, got up, and went back to watering my plants,

it was the only thing, that I could do among my numerous "can't"s.

And maybe I had my answer of why my flowers never shine,

but I will not spell it out, it might just ruin this gardener's rhyme.


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