i am so happy
that the sprouts have flown away from a garden
i had tended so carefully
affectionately and with deep
feelings of hope and faith
of making it a beautiful garden
how could have i lived with a garden
that did not respect
the sincerity of weakling, a feeble seed
sprouting still
surrounded by more attractive flowers
yet having the courage of rising up
sincerity and honesty
are actually just words
they dont guide the pursuit of sky
by these sprouts
isnt it good that sprouts
have flown away
how could a gardner live with the guilt of nurturing
seeds that he saw as very viable
still thinks so
but then who can assure that
mere good manure will make a seed
grow into a healthy plant
so much more is needed
but minimum it needs at this stage is
that gardner is buried in that garden
abandoned by sprouts
opportunistic
at heart
though some may may regret that
but it is too late
once basic trust is broken
it is best that gardener dies
sprouts must grow
the future belong to them
they may cherish memories of manure
or healing drops of dew
they may not
does it matter
there are many other nurseries gardener has planted
some of them are growing very well
some may not in future
but at least these nurseries have given to the world
some hopeful stock of
seeds, seedlings, aroma and agenda
of unfinished dream
those dreams matter
for seeds yet to sprout
so what
if some garden withered
painful it is
but not purposeless
failures are a proof
that gardener meant well
so what if he failed to convert every seed into a giant tree
under whose shadows
million birds will make nest and keep
sky full of wings
widely spread
happy wings of pride
