Nothing can come between the man who wants his own little garden,
from getting his own little garden.
If he ain’t got one,
it is either on its way,
or he doesn’t want it sincerely enough.
Some men plant flowers in their gardens,
While some men play sports,
While some others build concentration camps.
In his own little garden, plays out,
his own brittle story.
Where is your own little garden?
Tell me,
does it have flowers?
Tell me,
do you water them every day?
However heavy the bag,
silently carry it.
Because in these little gardens,
the future children will learn,
their ABCDs.
