Let Good Gardens Flourish Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

I like more seeds to service and savour,
Than fruits of someone's labour, by sweat sown,
Nor yet quotes chewed well past its fresh flavour,
I like what's grown in garden of one's own.
Yet, Muse is a rare motivating maid,
Call it a flash, insight, brainwave of head.
And men for long forbidden fruits desire,
Seeds of such fruits often go to garnish
A self-seeded dish that we all relish,
Like garden of Aden they do inspire.
And there's no sin getting by great, inspired,
It has copious works of art to us sired.

This world's a sole piece of creative art,
All else is inspired art, in full or part.
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Sonnets | 03.03.09 |