In a great garden I was born
Cared and petted every morn
Then purchased on one sudden dawn
And taken to a small farm
There I was all the more petted and pampered
By a particular form
I grew to the admiration of all
But there was a sudden fall
Seriously ill, treated with pill
Not cured still
Death approached and my life was about to depart
There came a cheering heart
Who stopped death from my roots
And gave a tap to start on shoots
So as to give fruits.
I was reborn
On that fine morn
Regained a new life
To serve the heart that saved my life!
Copyright ©2001 Sreelatha Shankar. All rights reserved.