Remember me as a withered rose; a withered rose who still has the freshness of life between the pages of poetry. Poetry, a tree, who gives life equally to a lover as well as to heartbroken. Born in the valleys stuck between boundaries of two countries, I tied the hearts of two lovers; both standing on different boundaries, but both breathing the breeze of love!

For the first time I started falling for love. My petals started falling to their rhythmic love, and they both treasured my petals as gems of love between the sonnets they exchanged in each heartbeat. The more the days passed with them, the more liveliness my withered petals felt.

Society would never allow to marry two boundaries, so the nature decided to unite them. One fine day, clouds from the heaven called both of them. Two different lands merged together in an avalanche. Both the lovebirds held their hands together when they saw the waves of avalanche heading towards them.

Today I'm resting and smiling on their graveyard as I can see them living a joyful married life in the heaven. Actually I'm not withering but becoming immortal as I have drenched in their holy drizzles of love.

© vibhuti
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