In her garden,
Grandma planted a seed,
She fenced around the earth,
Water it before the sun is high;
With her tender keep,
The seed grew into a sapling;
In the middle of the field,
Mom moved the sapling,
Fenced around the earth,
Water it before the sun is high;
With her tender keep,
The sapling grew into a tree;
In our field, there is a tree,
Giving us shade when the sun is high,
And, a thirst-quenching fruit with a seed,
That will grow into a sapling,
If like grandma and mom, we heed.
Anita Bacha
Photo credit : Anita Bacha

Beautiful poem and how well you always play with words. Outstanding
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Thank you 🙏 Tanvir ! You are too kind. I have to confide with you that the sapling you see in the picture was planted by me earlier this year when I noticed that a seed I had planted had sprouted. I nursed the it, hence the sapling.
My papa was a sugarcane planter. I believe planting comes to me naturally.
Thank you for stopping by. Charming comments ❤️
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That’s great. Truly commendable work. Keep sharing the lovely work Anita ji
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