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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

International Women Day:- You will Always Be my Women...

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You will Always Be my Women...
"You know something." I asked her "Yes my dear, this is a word you keep saying most of the time" To my surprise I keep getting such weird reply from her hinting me to conclude sometimes 'maybe she doesn't want to listen to me anymore',
But in very that moment when I look at her, I find the deep thirst on her eager to hear what I say ahead. "I love you Aakriti," "You know something" She asked me. "What?" I asked with a smile in my face and anxiety within me "I knew you would say the same 'I love you' this time." She replied on her odd way.
I further added, "I love you from all my heart and all my soul"
"I knew you would add this sentence too.."
One of the reason She acts so unromantic on times is that She wants to let me know we should never fall with emotions. She is strong, but this time things are different. She was just playing with my words as she loves it, and …