Poem 101 - The Old Gardener

Once there was an angry and very old gardener

His garden looked better than the field of the farmer

He was infamous for his anger on people who plucked flowers

He would grumble and grumble for almost two hours

But he loved his garden more than anyone

That was the only thing with what he had fun

He always didn't speak too much

But his garden had a special warm touch

He told children "Don't ya' dare to vellicate and pluck the flowers of ma' garden"

The children would tease him and he would immediately be on the run

He would come very close but he couldn't run with his stick

The children were alway saved by the bell, after playing that awful trick

Sad to say that gardener tripped from the stairs and died

Along with his family members even his garden cried

The plants too are rotten, still the garden stands

No one has tried to remove the plants by moving their hands

The garden turned into a creepy dark ground

There the crickets, made the only sound

Don't know why but in that place there is something queer

Something, something that gives everyone some fear

-Gaurang Rao

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