The lawn has turned sparse
could see patches in places
the grass looks dull and less
rains do destroy in cases.
It is how the gardener explains
I could not understand
the grass looks almost slain
the gardener insists on his stand.
The small lawn looks not good
it is a shame of its self rather
it had for long withstood
the vagaries of weather.
Would it regain its greenery?
it was such a beauty once
worried I watch the withered scenery
an eyesore all at once.
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