I called the bitter gourd plant

My queen that day

When magically

She peeped

From the soft soil

Of my minuscule garden

Surprise! Surprise!

How could I welcome the queen?

I ensured



Wooden staff

For her to climb joyfully

A few bees

Some sunbirds

For her companionship

With all the buzzing and twittering

She thrived

Her emerald yields

I shared with my neighbors too

If I only knew

She was susceptible

To so many insects and pests

And the attacks could be averted

By only wrapping up the fruits

With newspapers

When they’re a few centimeters long

An untimely death could be averted

She did need more care

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Organic @ Poets United