The Seed Shop

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At Devappa's Nursery, Opp Mtr, Lalbaugh, Bangalore

On a beautiful breezy Bangalore day, we turned away from the main road....
And these words are meant for where I found myself...

The Seed Shop

Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,

Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,

Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry -

Meadows and gardens running through my hand.

In this brown husk a dale of hawthorn dreams;

A cedar in this narrow cell is thrust

That will drink deeply of a century's streams;

These lilies shall make summer on my dust.

Here in their safe and simple house of death,

Sealed in their shells, a million roses leap;

Here I can blow a garden with my breath,

And in my hand a forest lies asleep. 

- Muriel Stewart