Garden of Memories
From the garden of her memories,
I picked up love’s few delicate petals,
And crushed them between my lips.
They left a fragrance behind forever
While some twigs turned to ash,
Some seeds fell on the surface of my heart,
And from my eyes, circled a downpour,
Helping the seeds bloom,
Thus, love was reborn.
~ Khwaja Musadiq | Edited by Afreen Zeb