Memory Lane is a Lonely Garden


Arwin Shams Siddiquee


Walk me through your gardens

Where the yellow roses bloom.

Walk me past the graves of your children

And the lilac bushes by the fountain

Where your beloved used to wait for the sunset.

 

They are parts of you, I know–

The beauty and the pain–

They are within you and they are you.

In the vastness of your gardens,

Find me in a blade of grass

Waiting eagerly for the rain.  

 

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