Dead Roses and Dead Soul

No one saw his major loss

Suraj Ghimire, MSc
Storymaker
Published in
1 min readApr 11, 2020

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photo by author

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

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Suraj Ghimire, MSc
Storymaker

An experienced Data Scientist, I write stories of a random heart that I come across | Connect with me https://linktr.ee/authorsuraj