I once had a garden with many flowers
They used to bloom when rain showers

White, blue, green, yellow, and sometimes red
Thought life will always have this colorful end

Reality than just slapped me very hard
I had no choice but to play my part

I tried and tried but eventually, it was done
They wanted to leave so did one by one

With a heavy heart, I wished them luck
With a mind didn’t know was numb or stuck

They left me empty-handed but now
I am not holding a pen to describe the ache I just wrote

Ifrah Iftikhar