The small garden in the backyard,
 Was adorned with beautiful blooms,
 of Affection, of love and of feelings,
 Now is just a pale shadow of glory,
 Overnight storm turned it in a desert.

  The lone twig stands upright,
 Defying the destiny, The cruel fate,
 Of the hate, unkind looks and rejection,
 The people observe the twirling smoke,
 But don't notice a broken heart.

  A burning mass of unfulfilled wishes,
 The smouldering ashes of a charred soul,
 The evaporating tears shed by moist eyes,
 The wailing whispers of a wounded heart,
 The ghostly silence spreads around.

  The evening comes shedding tears of blood,
 Sadness and hurt is the theme of love,
 Lighting the lamp of past memories,
 Unable to cope with sorrow of separation,
 Gloom captures the expressive moods.

  Just a gentle nudge of head,
 To drive away the persistent pains,
 Trying hard to evade the haunting Phantoms,
 Of the lingering omnipresence,
 Resigned to be teased and tormented.