Still...............

In the garden of my heart;

there is still a place;

where hopes and wishes;

are scattered everywhere.

At every success;

still there is a space.

At every loss;

still I have something attained.

My heart is a place;

which doesn’t look like my own.

It is in the storm of;

something unknown.

I am trying to get out;

of it all alone.

But I cannot resist;

its terrible forms!