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

Physically Challenged, but....

Physically Challenged, but not challenged any other way.

Few days back I happened to pass through this gentle man where I asked location of one place that was new for me. He not only told me direction, but he also offered a lift in the price of sharing basis. I was happy.

I noticed him that he didn't have his right hand till the elbow. As journey began, I was curious to know more about him.
I asked him, "Since when you are driving?".
 He replied "1987"
Oh my God, it is the long time. When I asked about his Hand, He said It is like that way since birth.

Mr Arvind Tiwari is with his family and despite physically challenged, he is living a good life. This should be inspiration for many people who keep complaining about limitations existing within them.


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