path to the garden of Roses.
The old man hobbled down the cobbled street
perspiring profusely with intense prickly heat
ambling on languorously
moment to relax a while
standing around stile
A stranger with broad smile
holding old man’s hand to climb
over the small fence into park.
A sprawling one with huge trees
the birds chirping on the branches.
Listening to the cacophonic gaiety
the old man enjoying the filial piety
of the mellifluous singing
rejuvenated his low spirits
in a flash he picked himself up
trudging along the path to peep
through the garden of the roses
intoxicating scent enlivening old man
to sensuous divine sleep.
with wide open eyes
looked askance up
the deep blue skies.