Garden
Come in scented summer garden!
Come in nature super show!
veins of Thee all turned to yellow
Mistletoe! in spring woe?
In the scented breath of summer
Laugh and look at magic show
Beauteous are the rose and jasmine
Beauteous is the lady night
Beauteous are the dewy mornings
Beauteous is the orchard sight
Render it the scented mornings
Dipped in scent of world of yore
Render it the breathes of Eden
Not to men but unto all
Roses petals , larks and cuckoos
Violet, Lillie's heath and fall
Yellowish, pinkish, whitish, reddish
Black and blue and indigo
Dewy dawn and saddest evening
Painted all the sky for thou
Half of world love sunny mornings
Half is waiting for the moon
But O heart that wants the bower!
In the summer scented noon!
Seraphs whispers to the candles
Come and shimmer on the blooms
Wind and clouds are in the orchard
In the moonlit largest room
Month of May is month of showers
Scented rover shady June
But O garden we all love thee
More than sun and more than moon
Thou art from the Hands of but one
From the hand of Eden lord
From the casements of the heaven
Peepest thou on earth and fall
Rainy weather, seeds all murmur
And from earthen chambers peep
Scented whispers, hover rustle
On the hills and in the deep
Sylphs of garden, nymphs of ocean
Cherish cherries fruit and blooms
Tulip, lilies, elves and fairies
Worship Lord in scented rooms
Holy are the woodland Chambers
Midst of daisies midst of lakes
Sailors sing and sing of spring
Sips from cup of nature take
Hands of time they move and murmur
Harvest from the garden fruit
Pulpy soft ,sweet and sour
Taste the one the best thee suit
If thou art a Nature's deity
If Thou fall in nature's love
Love thou thorns and bushes same
Love thou lark and gull and dove
Suck thou love of world of nature
As the bees that nectar suck
If thou love the world of roses
Not a dewy rose thou pluck
Nature weeps and nature mumbles
When thou torn that hearts of her
Daisies, fowls, wind all whisper
In the fogy cots of her
Sit in shady haunted bowers
Wherest sing the cuckoos all
Wherest lord of heaven showers
On the thorns and roses all
Love garden there heavth sighs
Midst of shadows, midst of green
In the yards of goddess of Death
Blooms of tombstones I seen
Weepst they in foggy mornings
Weepst they in burning Noons
Wither whisper, fade and vanish
Then they go to far off moon
Copyright © Sabahat Batool | Year Posted 2023
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