THE GARDENER They say love is a foolish thing And has no standard of its own Lest they know that fools are fanatics And light years ahead of such morons One such fool named Sam was a man Extremely polite but evocatively mature Though the reason was not so obvious About him being in couture He was an introvert for those who knew him Never did he spoke about his love and hobbies These two being separate because of a reason First that his love was not a hobby And second nobody got to know from his prison They say he had no friends to chat Always serious at the workplace And assignments was what all he had Leaving office on time he strode back to his home All they knew was that he always wanted to be alone Reading books and watching movies went past him decades ago He was left with only his hobby no love Flowers everywhere in his home is his only choice now and that he only knows Flowers are what they always are Loves to get pampered, loves to get nurtured Mariah after all was too a flower He planted his love in her heart Nurtured it daily with lots of love and feelings Protected her from the beastly eyes of the inhumane world Loved her so much that growing mature with her was fun Played with her daily to break her boredom Only to regret at last that he was just the caretaker A gardener cannot retain his flowers for lifetime They are destined to leave Mariah was a like a flower A fragrance that was impossible to replicate And Sam being a genuine admirer Dancing to her ornamental tunes Like what if Mozart would have behaved hearing his own symphony Life would be exhilarating if you could live with your love forever But flowers are what they always are They come, embrace you and make you love them And then they go leaving you nowhere She came with her angel eyes and demigoddess body Filled the life of Sam with love and love only She made him behave like a baby who is enticed to see her mother Pursuing any hobby was not an option for him As love is not an habit It is the extremity of one’s passion to that end When passion superimposes you and becomes your identity But that is where the vicious cycle starts She was not meant to be there forever And one day she was engulfed by the cruel nature Sam was blank as he had nothing to fill that vacuum When someone leaves you whom you had loved so much No tranquilizers can recuperate you and your pain Oh god! He himself was to be blamed for loving her so much She had a role to play and then exit And that fool has to understand one day That he was just “the gardener”… That he was just “the gardener”…….. Saumitro Banerjee 04/11/2014 Bural (1104) 08:43 PM
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 15:37:27 +0000
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