The garden is dying
and I am worried

Its a dream of my father
and he really worked hard for it
He is an intelligent and great guy 
he made it beautiful with all his sweat
But now as the years are passing
he is becoming old
and he is no longer getting enough time to take care of it

My mother knows how to pray
but by now she has enough to say
the flowers in the garden are vanishing everday
she still believes
that the god is there
to listen all her pray

My brother knows that the garden will surely die
He tried hard to convince everyone that we should take the dead plants out
but who can give his or her dreams
which since so many years altogether they have seen
my brother has became tired
he has forgotten the way
which once leads to the garden
now going away
clumsy lights of the bar
has seen him sometime in despair somewhere far

and I do not know what to do
I wish I could see those dreams
I could get enough intelligence
and courage to work hard
I know my mother is constantly praying
My brother lets try with the seeds of hope
hope, hope, seeds of  hope


written by Ankesh ( Inspired from a persian poem)