In the love of our garden (short story)

In our garden of love, I thought we were companion plants,

You grew apart as non-native one, Infesting our garden.

It made the garden infertile and barren. During resentment,

I always hoped that somewhere around the world,

Someone was getting ready to be my companion plant,

Once again, In the love of the garden.

Extract: Whether its love or relationship, in our life we come across experiences that are harsh and devastating. Always carry a piece of hope with you, that life isn’t going to be back at the same happy moment, but to a new point that is more mature, stable and happy. That piece of hope doesn’t make the struggle vanish but makes the journey more meaningful