Some where in the softness of the soul
A rare flower bloomed, and became orphaned
Suppressing its vibrant pangs;
It lies in the silent valleys of yesterdays,
Struggling and gasping for its final breath;
Even when love has been retreating with its hung head,
Cheated by the insurmountable barriers of the inevitable
Realities and limitations of sincerity,
Someone whispers from the innermost:
"My Beloved!, I still love you-...
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3 comments:
that's a great one....I was really taken back.....loved reading
Enjoyed reading your blog nice one and thanks for sharing this
sUJA, singh from callezee....
Thank youveruy muvh for your kind words. I am delighted...Please read other posts also..
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