He was a traveller,
lost in the dreaded desert...
"A spot of oasis" was she,
quenching all his discomfort.

During his darkest days,
with him.....when no one stayed.
she was the one.
During his darkest hours,
when only sorrows showered,
she came up.

He was no less than a barren land,
for which "the spring" , she was...
No doubt..... he enjoyed her presence, in the past.
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Now, this spring is no more,
and the winter has taken-up the shore.
But still,he's waiting....waiting for the hour, when
this land will be again blessed
with the spring's prettiest flower....

but this wait ...... not at all feels great!!!

One mysterious day , I woke up lately...
Striving still,to finish the broken dream completely.

Peeping out from the windows, were the Sun's glow.
But I was in no mood to give up my pillow....

With an eye opened and other closed.....stretching and yawning, I did shut the windows.

Though that moment, something more worse awaited for me, surely.
Seeing which i even cried, worriedly.....

Dirts scattered here and dirts scattered there,
smiling at me like a devil, present there.....

Next moment, I was sitting in the empty room,
holding in hand.....a stupid BROOM !!!!