Krishna Creates

Krishna trims the hedges an artist in heart, he shapes them creates three tiers, the bottom one big the center small, the top one medium. Fortunate to have him as my gardener. I watch Krishna from the patio He cuts humming a hit song of yester years ammavum neeye , appavum neeye The same way the playback singer sings, The hedges turn lovely, each one depicting a pattern, The song flows without any interruption. Krishna, is tired, Rests for a while. Wiping off the sweat, he looks at his work. Says Sabash, rises up to finish the remaining. I gaze at him with wonder. Krishna is almost the same age as I am. I complain of my worn out knees, and walk the barest minimum while he stands for hours in the sun. Hard ways have made him strong, The comforts I enjoy have let me down. Who is better off ? I ask myself. It goes without saying.