The Gardener
You water me
that I may grow
lush and luxurious
you prune me
when my branches stray
too far out or too high
you mulch me when
you think I may
wilt or die
you nurture me as if
I’m too frail to stand
on my own
as if without you
I may fail to thrive
in truth, maybe it is you
who needs me,
to survive.
© Neetu Malik
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Author Bio
Author Bio
Born in India, Neetu has lived in Austria, England, and Canada before settling in the Eastern USA in 1994. Neetu’s eclectic work reflects her diverse background as she explores the joy and darkness of the human condition in poems and stories noteworthy for their intensity in brief span. Her poetry is published in journals and Anthologies from Australia, USA, UK, and India. Her poem, “Soaring Flames”, was awarded First-Place by the NY Literary Magazine (2017). She has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, 2019 for her poem “Sacred Figs” published by Kallisto Gaia Press in their Ocotillo Review in May, 2018.
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The Gardener You water me that I may grow lush and luxurious you prune me when my branches stray too far out or too high you mulch me when you think I may wilt or die you nurture me as if I’m too frail to stand on my own as if […]
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The Gardener You water me that I may grow lush and luxurious you prune me when my branches stray too far out or too high you mulch me when you think I may wilt or die you nurture me as if I’m too frail to stand on my own as if […]
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The Gardener You water me that I may grow lush and luxurious you prune me when my branches stray too far out or too high you mulch me when you think I may wilt or die you nurture me as if I’m too frail to stand on my own as if […]
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The Gardener You water me that I may grow lush and luxurious you prune me when my branches stray too far out or too high you mulch me when you think I may wilt or die you nurture me as if I’m too frail to stand on my own as if […]
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The Gardener You water me that I may grow lush and luxurious you prune me when my branches stray too far out or too high you mulch me when you think I may wilt or die you nurture me as if I’m too frail to stand on my own as if […]
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Born in India, Neetu has lived in Austria, England, and Canada before settling in the Eastern USA in 1994. Neetu’s eclectic work reflects her diverse background as she explores the joy and darkness of the human condition in poems and stories noteworthy for their intensity in brief span. Her poetry is published in journals and Anthologies from Australia, USA, UK, and India. Her poem, “Soaring Flames”, was awarded First-Place by the NY Literary Magazine (2017). She has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, 2019 for her poem “Sacred Figs” published by Kallisto Gaia Press in their Ocotillo Review in May, 2018.
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