My withered plant

She buried her lost dreams

Along with its memories.

Instead of water she gave it

Charcoal of her burnt memories.

And on its top placed a flowering plant.

But she never cared it like she did before

And never gave water or food.

But to her surprise

The plant blossomed

And bore fruit

And slowly she started loving it.

Gave new dreams as nutrients,

Sunlight and love,

With the sound of bangles

She sang lullabies.

But the plant never sprouted new leaves

Neither flowered nor gave fruits

Never appeared cheering in the warmth of sunlight

And slowly it withered & her dreams

And she started sitting beneath it

All alone …..

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Originally Dated 15-3-2011

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