By Akbar Fida Anonta

The night passed and I saw the unthinkable.

Always saw this coming and was always scared.

A time so dark and grim indeed, 

Like the solitary flower pot in need.

Time after time, day after day,

There was always this shadow that hid the broken away.

Everything now lies in the past.

The world rests, ignorant, unable to trust.

As the world slept with love and care,

It faced the inhabitable- the end of the road.

Nothing can be done now. Nothing can be changed

For the deserted solitary flower pot.

Nothing entirely ends, as hope never fades,

With proper care, even life can cascade.

But will the pot be the same? Will it once again bloom?

Or will it remain empty, like a lifeless blind room?

I am lost, fun, and free,

The world I pursue is like a tree. 

From where the days pass by,

And months pass on,

There was nothing that could be done.

For this, I will live alone.

The pot is I, all scared, unable to see,

Tried my best to outlive the past,

Yet failed to see the day with the eyes of thee.