Showing posts from February, 2009

Dead Roses and Dead Soul

Dead Roses and Dead Soul No one saw his major loss

Every morning 
walking up to miles
he collects roses
with the hope
he can give them to her one day Every afternoon
forgetting disappointments
he collects hope
with the dream 
she will be with him one day Even by the end of the day,
those fading roses on his desk
and depressed soul within him,
both continue to live
with a desire of reconciliation someday Times changed
but she didn’t. His soul continues to breathe
he sprays water to roses
hoping neither of them dies
hoping they both live for one more day
where they can hope for one more. She never came back
she decided she won’t. Roses withered and died
his soul grieved and died.
He buried roses and his soul
with no hope of a further journey
with no desire for tomorrow. All saw dead roses
being sorry for its loss
but the dead soul within him
no one cared to search
and remained invisible forever. Suraj Ghimire 2020 This poem was first posted on

a sensitive poem- I orphan.........?

the poem here may not look good, but its feeling is filled with up infinite sorrow.. a boy filled up with his numerous relatives is called as orphan because he don't have his parents today, and he don't have money today.. actually this is not a story about the street boy, but it is about that boy who is called as orphan by society, still he declines the fact that he is orphan and he says tomorrow he will be rich person, and he shall show all his relatives that he was not a useless guy... he shall show this world that he still has humanity by which he will serve the needed one....
I orphan?
Born here on the same world, enriched with numerous relatives,legs of mine moves targeting to discover some unfound creativesI too have heart, have promised to kiss aim from inner spiritcarrying humanity, to help one of need, though i was not merit
But,But hey my dear friend, my relatives are like as if all are deadmy body is strugling as that of fish out of water does to breathHeart got divide…