The destroyed me...

The gardener and his garden

This spot is mine,screamed a plant..

No this is mine,screamed another..

And the gardener stood watching..

What did he recall?

He saw small seeds,germinating,a leaf coming out..

The hope,dream shinning from it..

And the lonely gardener looking after it with all his love..

Donot remember when one became many..

It did not matter..

He loves flowers anyway..

Taking care of them,his days passed..

Hearing their complaint,hearing their screams,

Watching them bloom .

It is his life..

The Gardener with his bandaged hands looked at the sea of flowers..

One day..

You will again bloom,shine,laugh..

With the love I am watering with..

He smiled and again started his job..