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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

An Open letter to Indian Cricketer

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An Open letter to National Cricketer.



The passion of Cricket in India is so high that Cricket in India is almost taken as Religion. We not only watch them but we also follow our stars. After all, who don’t want to be as successful like them? Thanks to one of the most successful sporting generation where the stars like Ganguly, Dravid, Laxman and Tendulkar have made huge difference. Their charismatic performance brought the game in golden era which has made cricket popular more than ever before. Today while they play to bring another world cup back to home, I would like to pass my small letter to these star who have made the difference in society hoping they will keep this spirit for many moment to come.


Firstly I wish them all the best for World Twenty 20 final.
Let me talk about IPL! Yeah, It is fascinating. We all enjoy watching it. I have been following this version of Game since the first edition supporting Mumbai Indians. The reason, I love to call myself as Mumbaikar for the b…