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Aug 2014
Till today I'm still sitting alone the place where we both sit at every evening.
Those hopes and wishes made up at one green evening and those hopes still alive in my heart.
       Even today's tempest can't washed off

The tree that we both planted at that very evening , reaches its full growth with full of red flowers.

       Visioning to those flowers
       Thinking that it was you
       Is it will be the content of my heart?

My heart that flies when i see your smile
But today no wing to fly as you have taken my wings with your pass.

The thirst of water can't be replace by any other liquid.

      Let all my sorrows, mournful events be all washed away by today's
      tempest.
      The dirt that remains at our body can be washed off
      But the color of past that colored in my heart can't be washed

Now the tempest has over but small drops are still falling.
When the Sun is about to set a series of unending question rise in my mine
Will the mysterious breeze be blowing again?
Will that powerful rain be return again?

When I was about to returned home an Unexpected wind blew out all the pages of my poem

All loss
All gone
All Washed?
All Washed ! All WASHED!

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must read this:
I wrote this poem at a lonely ground where wind were straying around me with a dark clouds above me. When I complete my poem i stood up to head towards home at the very moment wind blew my all pages and washed off.....
             THE ABOVE PARAGRAPH is actually not the theme of the poem. Its only my vision related to my beloved Sir.
             In my poem I used the word "Tempest" giving the striking similarity with our presents youth and all who are all busy with their works so they got no enough time to read my poem moreover most are not interested in reading poem instead of it they think only about the business for the profit, So, I know their is no one who will interest in my poem. Therefore it is useless. So, I conclude the poem with such five words and too to the title, My WASHED poem.
I wrote this poem at a lonely ground where wind were straying around me with a dark clouds above me. When I complete my poem i stood up to head towards home at the very moment wind blew my all pages and washed off.....
             THE ABOVE PARAGRAPH is actually not the theme of the poem. Its only my vision related to my beloved Sir.
             In my poem I used the word "Tempest" giving the striking similarity with our presents youth and all who are all busy with their works so they got no enough time to read my poem moreover most are not interested in reading poem instead of it they think only about the business for the profit, So, I know their is no one who will interest in my poem. Therefore it is useless. So, I conclude the poem with such five words and too to the title, My WASHED poem.
Written by
roshan salam
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