My Garden And Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My Garden And

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My garden
Thursday,20th August 2020

My garden and
It has remained a replica of heaven
with beautiful and colourful flowers
to offer fragrance and a great show here

what I can see from the window?
I freely allow the air with fragrance
to enter my nostrils
and drill the memory

it has no grievance
only fragrance
with one time human chance
and to enjoy it at once

I come out in the courtyard
and think of beautiful words
and murmur it with the melody
in the praise of an almighty

is it not the human garden here of the universe?
where we feel no curses!
and see the rise and fall of seas
with shaking of branches by giant trees

Jadia Hasmukh

My Garden And
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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 20 August 2020

is it not the human garden here of the universe? where we feel no curses! and see the rise and fall of seas with shaking of branches by giant trees Jadia Hasmukh

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Varsha M 20 August 2020

Indeed garden of heaven is very beautiful.

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 21 August 2020

Shahid Nasim Hyder The garden sends fragrance and relief reminding of God 's paradise. The aesthetic sense in this poem predominates the reality that is amalgamation of good and bad. Romantic poetry is always the poetry of escape and this is its merit. Good romantic poem 1 Delete or hide this Like · Reply · 1d · Edited

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 21 August 2020

Malaya Kumar Jati Excellent composition indeed 1 Delete or hide this Like · Reply · 19h

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 21 August 2020

welcome.Shahid Nasim Hyder 39 mutual friends Message

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 21 August 2020

welcome. Sharif Hossain 24 mutual friends Message · Reply · 1m

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 21 August 2020

Malaya Kumar Jati 70 mutual friends 1 Edit or delete this Like · Reply · 1m

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Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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