@Roseday
Dried Rose ?
One year later,when you broke up,
I found a dried rose,
Along with a piece of white paper,
Folded into four,
And kept in a trunk,
Which was outdated,
I didn't recognise that,
As your face,
Dusted,
As that letter was.
But I dared to smell that rose,
The fragrance was familiar,
It reminded me sudden,
The same fragrance of your body,
It was yours,
Reminded me same fragrance,
Of your exotic body,
Then the fragrance pierced into my heart,
And made a wound,
That wasn't still fully healed,
I have already burnt all my bloods,
In last one year,
But tears were surplus,
So they came,
And came like flood.
Dried rose got life,
When moisture of my tears passed through,
That letter became soft,
Some droplets of my tears made that clear,
From the dust spreded all over,
That was the letter from one of them,
You threw on me,
When we met last time,
And broke up our infinite journey,
A journey of love.
© krishnakatyayan 2019
