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

Just a note of thanks to Indiblogger team!

Just a note of thanks to Indiblogger team!



This morning I was thinking of my blog activities of 2014. Writing has always been my passion and I do it for my satisfaction to invent new thoughts within me and to reach new people. There are times when my writing are appreciated and gifted too, I have loved those moments.

Indiblogger had added fun and lots of fun to those blogging experience with their contest, blogger meet and exciting gifts. Though our writing are not guided by those trophies, we should accept that prizes makes us happier.

I was wondering if I have thanked indiblogger team for their effort to give such happiness for me. Yeah, I have met their team during blogger meet, but never thanked them officially through my blog for all their efforts.

So, this post is just for you indiblogger team, with lots of thanks, appreciation and prayers for adding vouchers and gifts in our daily life. I was happy and fortunate enough to get two happy hours voucher and attend those meets in Delhi.

With Love, Happy New Year though I might be late by a week.

Regards
Suraj.

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