Posted on July 14, 2007 - by rdilipk1

My Garden

The kind of people you meet in life is varied. Some has negatives and some have positives.I led a small team in the company I worked and this poem is about those team members….,

I once made a garden.
In front of my house, I made a garden,
A garden full of flowers,
A garden full of colors,
My garden had lilies and my garden had roses,
It had some poems, and you could also find some proses,
Flowers in my garden were rare to be seen,
A flower called life that was beautiful,
And a flower called death that looked like a devil,
A flower called joy, that smiled away to glory,
And a flower called sorrow that could change the face of any story,
There was a flower called happiness,
Who had a friend called sadness,
In a corner could you find a flower called envy,
who was dark in color,
And beside her you could find, a flower called humble
who was fair in color,
I also had a flower called beauty, you would like to admire,
And somewhere you could find a called ugly,
who would turn its face in despair,
Flowers in my garden would always bloom,
No matter what the season,
Wilt they would never ever,
”coz born they were for a reason,
I water them and I manure them,
And I love them the way they are,
The garden that I made in front of my house,
The kind of which, very few there are.