Water Gardens poem by Seam O Brien summary in malayalam

Water Gardens Water looked up through the lawn Like a half- buried mirror Left out by the people before. There were faces in there We had seen in the hallways Of octogenarian specialists. Mortality- vendors consulted On bronchial matters In rot- smelling Boulevard mansions. We stood on their lino And breathed, and below us The dark, peopled water Was leaning and listening. There on the steps of the cellar, Black- clad Victorians Were feeding the river with souls. They left us their things, Reefs of blue ware In the elder- clumbs, Tins full of rust in the shed, And on the bookshelves English poets, all gone damp With good intentions, never read. Thei miles of flooded graves Were traffic jams of stone Where patient amphibian angels Rode them under, slowly Their voices came back From sinks and gratimgs, The treasure seekers Gone downstairs, while all the time In King Death's rainy garden We were playing out.