THE BLOOMS

In the garden of
her thoughts
there bloomed flowers
of different variety.
Each day little, little
little, little blooms
which in no time
grew bigger and bigger
prettier and prettier.
One day a group of
wanton boys stealthily
entered her garden
and mercilessly plucked
away the pretty flowers of
thoughts.
Disheartened not
she waited for new
blossoms of thoughts to grow
as she knew
as long as she existed
the process of flowering
would continue
a truth which everyone
would agree.
Garden of thoughts is
a sign of life
like a Pipal tree
with each leaf falling
down
a new leaf takes its
place
if the pipal tree is
a garden tree of life
so is the garden
of thoughts.