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by jingle ... thank you !
MEMORY OF A ROSE
Color of the rose changes ..
Red pink yellow...
all to dried brown one day ..
some got crushed ....
some got plucked ...
some just withered away with time
a strange nothingness remains
that reminds of the beauty
it once possessed
sweet smell that dissolutes
from reality and the cruelty
befallen upon the delicate being
of how it was crushed and plucked
the unsaid , unheard pain
but nature's rule it is ..
and they are meant to be
to give happiness when needed
to dissolute when in pain
to be everything when alive
and something yet nothing
after they have died .. !
...VIDDHI ARORA
