My Mother’s Garden

Our garden witnesses
Births again;
This time a bit late in spring
But the mother still finds
The light brown soils
Cosy enough, healing
And caring not to scare
The new opening eyes.
The puppies, the female ones
They play, grow up and
The next year they sit again
In turn with their offspring.
The garden sowed by my mother
Is perhaps even better than
The home inside
That yet remains devoid
Of newborns.

Sonnet Mondal is the author of six books of poetry, including a poetry bestseller, and is the pioneer of the 21-line fusion sonnet form of poetry. His works have been published in several international literary magazines and have been translated into Macedonian, Italian, Arabic, Hindi, Telugu and Bengali. He was named Poet Laureate by Bombadil Publishing in 2009 and Doctor of Literature by United Writers’ Association in 2010, received the AZsacra International Poetry Award in 2011 and was inducted into the prestigious Significant Achievements Plaque in the museum of Bengal Engineering and Science University, Shibpur. He has also been a featured poet at World Poetry Reading Series, Canada, and  Asian American Poetry, U.S.A. At present he is the managing editor of The Enchanting Verses Literary Review.

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