A Flower

Everyday there grows a flower in my heart,

Some days its of love,

The other days of hatred,

Once its of pride,

The other times of self-doubt,

Everyday my soul gathers them,

And plants them into my garden of experience,

And whenever I look back,

Mostly when I'm tired of walking on this never ending road called 'life',

All I see is hope and joy of turning my whole world into this garden of flowers too...