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Still Waiting

Oh! my rose flower

I am waiting for you with a rose in my hand

I am waiting for a moment just to express my feelings

I never thought that moment would be as long as my life

And I am ready to wait whole my life

But suddenly water flowing from my eyes with out my knowledge

And I am unable to cope myself with the truth that you are not existing

I am screaming out loudly

I am crying out madly

And atlast

I am waiting at the same place

With the red rose turned black

With my clean face turned beared

With my neat dress turned torn

With my tears turned blood drops

My heart beat now stopped

My breath now ended

But I am still at the same place and waiting for you.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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