Take a peek but do not enter,
The gates are closed now.
The central fountain still stands there,
But dirty waters flow.
Termite mounds and ant holes,
No sign of rose or thorns.
Tress which once were full of life,
Love birds chirp there no more.
This garden knows how it feels ,
To become a worthless piece on earth.
Once there was a gardener who ,
Loved it with all his worth.
The garden blossomed under his care,
Bore happiness and sweet smelling air.
Such beauty such love,
Peaceful cooing of the dove.
Marvelled by his lovely work,
The king of the land offered him a perk.
The Grower said yes , much obliged,
Working for the king would give him so much pride.
After that day he came no more,
One day became two and three and four,
The garden had hope but it was thirsty,
"Maybe he will come tomorrow but my gates have become rusty."
Days became weeks and weeks became a month,
He didn't show up still and the paradise became a dump.
Each day it slowly cracked and dried ,
Became bitter to the core and silently cried.
"Drizzle drizzle drizzle!
Who was that?the neighbor's little boy?
Laughter and giggle ,
Is that the source of the joy?
While watering his flower beds ,
He spotted my barren shreds,
He sprinkled and sprayed ,
Made my cracks muddy and played,
Now he does that everyday,
My little Gardener , my only way,
Gates are still closed but my garden bore a rose,
Through the fences and walls, my little saviour saved my soul."