I never was a gardener,
But now I have one
I have become so —
It's a daily practice; sometimes comforting, sometimes tiring:
Watering with patience,
Weeding doubts,
Planting seeds of optimism,
Pruning worries,
And waiting with expectation and anxiety.
Nothing is fast in the garden,
Despair and distrust sometimes overwhelms,
But one must adhere to the laws of
Nature;
Seasons
And not my insistent timings.
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 4:36 PM UTC
I never was a gardener,
But now I have one
I have become so —
It's a daily practice; sometimes comforting, sometimes tiring:
Watering with patience,
Weeding doubts,
Planting seeds of optimism,
Pruning worries,
And waiting with expectation and anxiety.
Nothing is fast in the garden,
Despair and distrust sometimes overwhelms,
But one must adhere to the laws of
Nature;
Seasons
And not my insistent timings.
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