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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

The departure and the beginning

~~The departure and the beginning~~
“You are so late? You know na, today I need to hurry for my exams”
“Yeah I know” she said
She was always beautiful, but don’t know why I felt, today her beauty was in the best I have ever seen.
Still, there was something hidden with this most beautiful girl of my life. She was trying to smile but she couldn’t. And I could notice, the pain she is carrying today, it was not like as I had seen before. This shouldn’t be of pain on body part and I am sure, till this morning, she didn’t have fever. My heart wanted to be clarified that nothing such has happened with her and I was waiting to hear from her, I wanted to be with the moments.

“We should depart now, time to go” she was trying to explain for something which she will never mean it.
“Yeah, we shall after ten minutes… but let’s have coffee please”
This time she really was trying to make me understand about something, yet those words, might be they wanted to remain as unspoken. She gave a…