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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

~~And i was not alone~~

hi all...
it is my poem after so long time and i am trying to include the aspects of life in this topic. yeah, there is still to learn so much for me in sectors of poems, still, i tried writing this one....

please do suggest me after reading this..

~~And i was not alone~~

Life, as it entered a new stage in a new place,
I was trying to settle my feet here;
Amongst people, I looked at most of them,
And I related myself, with one ‘beneath’ me;
The expression they had was not strange,
Just similar to what I was carrying with me;
Something matching but also mismatching,
To conclude again, “and I was not alone”…

Struggling in life, suffering pain, adapting loss,
For my failure, I blamed almighty every time;
Yeah, I had also always excused praying for a miracle,
Sometimes doubting if he really existed somewhere;
Then I looked at the queue before the holy house,
Some praying, some crying and few shouting;
Standing with their own story, with their own pain,
To realize myself again, that “I …