I went about all gardens
where poets dwell
but no poets name
I could spell
who could compose poetry
as you do so well
Oranges tomatoes peaches
and all kinds of berries
in the lanes of memories
none can bury
as finely as you do
O Petals of poets
Azure in the Blue
gifted one are
equally all of you
hope my voice hear will you
share some fragrance
with me too
O gardener of poetry
will you
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