Garden of Metaphors
A blade of love and wrath
An open palace of closed doors
A twisting, painful path
Through my garden of metaphors
A hand promising salvation
Fingers crafted of unyielding stone
The face of my ruination
Carved in my garden of broken bones
A brazier of arctic fire
Words tinged with the burn of deception
A circle of honest liars
In my garden of contradictions
A shower of decaying flowers
Forests of growing death
The restriction of reality towers
Outside my garden of bated breath
Poison collecting in pools
Wings encompassing the sky
I have long since broken the rules
Of my garden of lullabies
Shattered glass lining pathways
Velvet moss growing with a gleam
Reconciliations with old heartbreaks
In my garden of unrealized dreams
There is no sunset in this golden land
No evening on these recovering shores
Your darkness won’t grace the white sand
In my refuge, my garden of metaphors
Satabhisha Sarkar
Editor: Eliza Francis