A Gardener with saintly vision, <br />Planted a garden making its division, <br />Into the zones two. <br /> <br />Fed he each plant and tree, <br />With the pure blood of his hopes; <br />And soon each nook and corner, <br />Began to flourish and blossom too. <br /> <br />Before they bore the mellow fruit, <br />And fragrant flowers with shades, <br />Light, deep and dark; <br />And enjoyed he the days of solace, <br />Death made him depart to the world next. <br /> <br />How sooner the garden changed; <br />Into a forest teeming with wild animals, <br />The hogs, the wolves, the snakes, the rats, <br />Came out of the kennels, hovels and holes, <br />Move they freely, with liberty, unafraid. <br /> <br />Their avaricious bellies are possessed, <br />With ever enhancing increasing appetite, <br />And each victual adds fuel to flames, <br />No laws, no scruples, no morals they obey. <br /> <br />The seats where cuckoos and nightingales, <br />Were to build up nests for the descendants, <br />Are usurped, snatched by crows and owls, <br />Their voices irritate the more indwellers. <br /> <br />From morn to eve they serve but themselves, <br />Feeding upon the leaves, flowers and fruit, <br />They even gnaw crust hard around the stems, <br />Yet night comes with the healing air and dew. <br /> <br />The eyes amaze at the miraculous game, <br />When on the morn next it appears unharmed, <br />For it was planted by a saintly man, <br />The eaters are to pass away, <br />The garden is to behind remain.<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-forest-in-the-garden/
