In spring of my life,in youth of my time
an evening i re joyed in mood sublime.
Me in aloof ,strolled to a garden
o garden ! A garden !you flowers of garden.
You doted butterflies and beetles buzz around.
Whistling in my ears and making love sound
and in some rows , laughing were rose
some pink, some red .some open some close.
How green was the scene of those little hedges
like sweet little flower girl, standing for wages.
I came a little forward,and gazed on ground
below my feet were two little round.
You twin Caterpillar !Why tweeted and walked
they twisted and turned and thus they laughed.
Hey God divine !To you a regard
who made little creatures , you a wizard .
Arti Rai
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