I saw this withered flower,
They looked so mesmerizing in your hands.
The image replaying the past,
In some deep corner of my head.
Those flowers that once meant a lot,
And made my day beautiful.
Have now lost their essence,
Just like our love has lost its scent.
The love that used to so beautifully bloom,
In air and heavens above.
Which the cupid himself cherished,
And the angels sung their blessing to.
The peace was so comforting,
Was now withered like the dead flower.
But how beautiful it was,
That it still held on to you
With all its trust and faith.
This strings of unknown rhythm,
Tugged the soft corner of my heart
That once held you dearly.
Tears drenching my eyes,
Making my being in a weak state.
And I just silently prayed,
That you'll once again be mine.
This pain too much to bear,
Calls onto your name
Just like the withered flower once did for life.
©Saramitra
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Saramitra
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