The King and The Gardener

A king once made a splendid castle,
in a clime of befitting choice.
For some days away from usual bustle,
to be with daughters and rejoice.

Located near a dingle’s bottom,
of a river in euphonious verse
Turned into golden paradise in autumn
With some golden maples and conifers

With marvellous gardens in his vision
surrounding the castle all around,
asked the wardens of his prison,
‘If a parole can be found?’

Soldiers once plundered his orchard.
Grapes and Apples and Oranges,
Tried to fight when could not guard
And was sentenced for, whom he resisted.

Earned him his freedom, his proclivity.
Very unaware of his quiet rage
In his silence and sensitivity
he has always known his master’s ways

An unknown nook was happy, though
Hid his ire in a silent lowered gaze,
The king became an undeclared foe.
to be conserved for opportune days.

But destiny played a different hand
Could not keep his angers long
The serene place and its magic wand,
He forgot all that happened wrong.

Eventually grew in him an intimacy,
for the youngest daughter of the king
The love overcast over anger’s prophecy
The gardens bloomed during this fling.

When she saw it atop the hill
Her name in blue lilies in the garden pond
Could not prevent him or her from him
From hiding places and being vagabond.


The days went past and really fast.
The garden swelled up in all its beauties.
They hoped the spring would forever last
He loved her evermore but carried duties.

In the eagerness when the king arrived,
to ask from him her love of life.
Ran with craze as if she jived
A bush of roses fetched strife.

Asked her how her forearm bruised .
Without foresight, truthfully she replied
All the roses stood amused
The conjured gardener was exiled.

Now the people have a lot to say
He helped him and in return, he stung.
Says, the King of the daughter in dismay
Never keep a gardener young.