Perhaps,
In the garden,
you gaze upon a flower,
which was thinking about you.

O the fragnance!
Tell her,
Thats how I miss her.

In the garden of love,
wandering for beauty
You may find bliss too.

From this garden
we may begin....
and plant some deeds
that grow on love
and feed on struggle.

This way
We may make our way,
to paradise.

© AnasHusain