The Garden of Wisdom

I, ran away from a tactless crowd,
and came to a world where mysticism was practised loud
Aah! It was a moon-lit garden of which I had always dreamt,
gratifying and delectable it was,not like the world which was unkempt
It was a  fruitful garden of ecstasy,
and not a world of hypocrisy..

While walking down the boulevard, I had a glimpse of the flowers,
the birds,the mist,the wooden bridge;the moon,the sky and the stars
In there, twilight autumn reigned,
and in  the corner of the garden,a red rose was maintained
Awed by it’s delicacy,I ran to pluck it,
There,appeared a fairy,said,

“Chuck it!
This rose is the most magnificent element of this place,
dare you be lured, by it’s grace.
It’s beauty is not deserted, it comes along with thorns,
the loss of many hands and hopes,this beautiful place still mourns.
Came many to acquire the beauty, their futile attempts went into vain.”
“I crave for that rose”, said I, “as well as my ego I have to sustain.”

The fairy,soon,flew away,
for me, making a way. 
Greedy me bent to tweak the rose, 
the moment made me feel like heaven was so close
Birds started tweeting, the garden began to hum,
the Sun rose from no-where,the extravaganza made me dumb
I thought happiness had been acquired by me,
who knew,the joy would only be wee..

Soon the neighbouring flowers turned into vetches,
on learning the fetid air, my stomach retches.
Both my hope and the rose tended to wilt,
I despoiled the garden,and was filled with guilt

I ran to exit that grimy blue place, 
alas! The charm of the garden sank without a trace
Crossing the craters, I was out,
on existence of the bliss for long, I still had a doubt
I turned towards the archway and read,
those words,on the board,moved me,they said….

NO GOOD THING COMES WITHOUT PAIN,

AND ZEAL OF THAT THING DOES NOT ALWAYS SUSTAIN

SUCCESS BELONGS TO THEM WHO DESIRE WITHOUT GREED,

YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE, AND NOT WHAT YOU NEED…

~By: Abhinav Arora

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