Jewel of courtyard
Courtyard remain arrayed
By arid leaves,
visitant despising it by
Always,
Who call at and call out as
Garbage,
Aside from owner of courtyard
Entertains,
Who care for this rubbish from
The heart,
Never bring down his interest
Against trees,
That answer for trash leaves
Stability,
Rather ready for cleanup by
Carry on,
No tension inclined to cleaning
Taunts.
Perhaps sightseer don’t have meant
For trees services,
Whereas owners interpret the service of trees as Without consideration,
Like on busy with the gifts of nature
As trees.
Sometimes hustle and bustle feel free
On this ground.
Rather no other thing found on this
Courtyard.
Except dried yellow leaves friction
Tone.
Seemed as arrayed of the courtyard
Like the jewellery.
Amazing poetry
Great thoughts
Amazing poetry
Nice sir g