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The Rose

She perished slowly

due to the lack of love

Like a rose on its fifth day

in a vase.

 

She wilted

Like the rose

Denied nurture, denied love.

 

Then one day

He crushed the wilted rose

And disposed it along with trash.

 

That day she sighed in her

bed for one last time.

The rose being dead.

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nirmalee
Indian
Published
Apr 1, 2015
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