Tuesday, June 21, 2016

The Dried Rose

The morning awfully calm and quiet,
Mind filled with boredom and anxiety-
Sunk in intense worries and tensions,
Drowned my weak memory in depth

I took a solitary walk that morning.
On the way to an idly walk I took,
Encountered a dried rose lying on the ground
To be trodden underfoot, nobody cared of it.

I picked up gently and gazed at it
It was ruled by harmony once in its life,
Admired, cared, and kissed by all-
But now it has lost in time and space.

                                               Nothing would be remained forever

Everything has its own day to be ruined.

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