My Garden Poem by Mohammad Younus

My Garden

WE had a beautiful garden,
like Adam's paradise lost,
Now, a walled prison on the earth,
The occupiers order us to get out,
What are you doing in your garden?
Every day we water it with holy blood,
The seeds that we sow - martyrs -
Did not want to live a life of shame
The angels tend them with love and care
To sprout them around the garden
As colourful flowers and majestic chinars,
As tall cedars and lofty cypresses
WE are hopeful that our trampled flowers -
Tulips, roses, Jasmine, and narcissus,
Shall bloom and adorn our garden again
Colourful flowers shall toss their heads again
The birds shall sing melodious songs again
My garden shall become a lively place again
When we have a garden free of alien wolves
We will never be chased and hunted, I believe

Mykoul