Mistress of My Garden

Written by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Without any need for comfort, I remain the sole mistress of my fort Stoic, yet, stoned, I guard Those flowers in my yard! Those, which you left as mere legacy To be seen as my solace in all accuracy Never to wilt under my care Lest your absence brings forth a scare Does your soul swell and does it ache? Each time mine burns with my own heartache?