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 …..
#translation #5MinutesPoetry
Originally Dated 15-3-2011
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