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