Dead Roses and Dead Soul

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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 https://medium.com/storymake

~~ For those beautiful women~~

In our society, we do worship and respect woman and their status as goddess to mother of god too...
And from the range of mother to daughter, friend to life partner, we may have come across different woman here in our life…
Presence of some women in our life is a blessing, presence of some woman in our life in an inspiration…
Today in the day of women’s day, it is really our pleasure to thank for their wonderful presence to very important people in our life…

For those beautiful angels of my life...
As an angel, you brought me in this world, being with me always
You cared me, you loved me, and you loved me more than anyone,
Resisting the every pain of life, you taught me how to live here,
My mum, you as my first sight love, thanks for loving me so much...

As my childhood friend, you shared few moments with me...
We walked and we ran away, sometime sharing the tears too,
Sharing the chocolates, sometime meals, you gave me joy to live...
My sister as my best friend thanks for being always with me…

As my second mother, you taught me how to conquer this world
In my mistakes, you beat me, I cried, teaching me to improve...
In my success, you too were happy; I smiled, moving forward always.
As my school teacher, because of you I feel myself proud to stand here.



As my school friend, you were there in my every up and down…
Studies, enjoyment and friendship, I learnt most of from you...
Getting shared the growing heart; I kept you in that vital place...
My school friend as integral part of my life thanks for everything…

On those days when I badly needed someone here, you were still here...
This time you promised, and you even stayed here always with me...
As first thought of morning to end of day, as my love and as my girl...
My pari, my anamika, thanks for being sweet love & best friend here…

Beside here, I found those women in many form, everywhere...
From strangers to class friend and from grand mum to cousin…
Being the beauty of nature, for world, they were always in the best
Women of this world, thanks for making our surrounding so sweet & so bright…

Happy woman’s day…
Woman as mother, woman as friend and woman as our love...
They are the meaning to our society… they are existence of our life...
Letting themselves know how important they are to us,
Let’s make them smile, let’s make them happy, our love to every of you lovely lady...

This post is dedicated to all my beautiful sisters and my lovely friend here of virtual world or reading this specially my sisters and friends from mouthshut family, letting them know that they are an important part of our world, thanking them for their sweet fragrance in this world..

Be always happy,
spread love...
and God bless always…

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