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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

poem - i still love her mum..!

Below the relation with almighty, below you and dad
Above other, there was someone finding whom I was glad
My dear mum, the girl is one whom I termed my dearest pal
That one taught me to get success in every of my down fall

No mum, it was not that your love lacked any needed emotion,
But she was one companying me to take me to my destination
I am always grateful for your inspiration, thank u so much
But you know mum, for that girl, I even prayed by going church

After her arrival I never felt losing like a day, I never lost again
We ignored our past, accepted the present without any bargain
It was not that I didn’t found you to share in my needed time
But still, she knows every privacy and secrecy things about mine..!

I was not late to share the space of my heart, terming her ‘pari’
She is the need of my life, mum, these words hurt u, I beg sorry
We started to plan our world, keeping both you and dad with us
She promised me, “I’ll never let your tear be formed into drops”