Deserted Garden

lying on a bench in my favourite corner,
watching the deserted garden,
small trees standing not moving,
surrounded by withered flowers,
they must be unhappy !
cause those days are colder than ever ,
but they are defying the wild weather ,
they usually dance and follow the rhythm
but not any further ..
nothing changes but the rhythm,
it was soothing and cozy
but not any further..
they can’t hear it , they can’t feel it !
played with bitterness , they can’t handle it ..!
the gardner left them in fact ,
it was a thoughtless act ,
how could he tell
that they’ll never bloom again ?!
morning comes ,
hopefully the sun rise !
the coldness starts to fade ,
flowers start to grow and bloom again
it’s not about failure !!
it’s all about how to rise again…

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Yosra Khardani.


Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?