The old Gardner whose eyes has seen gimmicks and cruelty of this world

And whose cells spoke languages of pain and experience

Gardener, despite the fury and rage of past,
Meticulously waters his flowers with love

And cherish their growth and beholds the metamorpha and await the spring to come

He lives and breathes to see them blossom,
Amidst the chaotic Weed and people

Shameless are the flowers who forget the old Gardner and seek pleasure to stay up high on mistress head

Who keeps the flowers as long as they smell aromatic
© Karthik