“A Heart Unseen" (Mary’s Hidden Garden)
Introduction :
Have you ever met someone whose heart feels like an untouched garden — full of kindness, hope, and hidden beauty? This poem, “A Heart Unseen”, is my heartfelt attempt to describe how I see Mary’s soul — vast, rare, and quietly magical. She is real, and so is this feeling, and through these words, I wanted to capture her essence the best I could.
“A Heart Unseen"
(Mary’s Hidden Garden)
Ever thought of a place that feels alive?
That’s Mary’s heart, where real dreams survive.
I keep trying to find the words, somehow,
But nothing I say can explain it now.
No words seem enough, but I must try
To tell you what lives beneath her sky.
Mary’s heart is a vast, hidden place—
A garden of wonder, full of grace.
Many search their whole life through,
But won’t find this garden, rare and true.
In her heart, there are endless rows of flowers—
Soft roses of kindness, gentle powers.
Their petals always open wide
To comfort broken hearts like mine inside.
Sunflowers turn to face the sun;
That’s her hope, her light—never undone.
Even when the world isn’t kind back,
Her light refuses to fade or crack.
Wildflowers full of life appear,
Like small ways she makes smiles clear.
Without trying, she spreads that cheer—
Every part of her heart blooms near.
Birds and turtles dance playfully,
All around in her heart’s harmony.
Even the soil feels rich and deep,
With empathy that does not sleep.
There are quiet corners, shaded well,
Trees of patience where one can dwell.
Rest without judgment, calm and kind—
A rare place that is hard to find.
Mary might not know all this inside,
How precious and rare the heart she hides.
Few really see what’s standing there—
A heart like Mary’s, pure and rare.
Being close to her is like a break
From all the noise and all the fake.
She whispers that when outside life feels cold,
There’s always a spring inside to hold.
What surprises me most, I swear,
Is how unaware she is of her heart’s rare care.
But I see it clear; when my world feels heavy,
I think of her heart, and it brings me steady.
It brings me back to life, to light—
Mary’s heart, my guiding sight.
—Shahzad Sulaiman
Summary :
Ever imagined a vast beautiful garden of joy and happiness? Yeah, that’s her heart — Mary’s heart. You know, I have been thinking about how to describe what her heart feels like to me, but no words feel enough to describe it. Still, I had to try. So, let’s say her heart feels like a vast hidden garden, the kind people can spend their whole lives searching for — many won’t even realize it exists.
In her heart, there are endless rows of flowers: soft roses of kindness, their petals always open to comfort broken hearts like mine; sunflowers that turn to face the sun no matter how dark things get — that’s her hope, her light, refusing to fade even when the world isn’t kind back. Then there are wildflowers full of life, just like the small, unexpected ways she makes people smile without even trying. Every part of her heart seems to bloom with something rare, and there are birds and turtles dancing playfully everywhere. Even the soil feels rich with empathy.
Then there are quiet corners too, shaded with trees of patience, where someone can rest without judgment. I don’t think she knows all this about her garden-like heart, and I don’t think many people realize how precious and rare it is to meet someone who feels like living poetry. But even more than all this, her heart inspires. Just being around her feels like wandering through that garden and remembering how beautiful life is — full of wonder.
She reminds me that even if life outside feels cold, there are still places and people who carry spring inside them. And what surprises me the most is how unaware she seems of the beauty she holds in her heart. But I see it, and sometimes when my world feels heavy, I think of her and her heart — and then it brings me back to life.
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Disclaimer: This poem is based on a real person who holds a special place in my life. I have her full permission to share my feelings and this portrayal of her heart publicly. The emotions expressed here are deeply personal and inspired by my genuine connection with her.
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