Incomplete
Last night, I was looking for the
lost documents on my bookshelf,
That's when my hands got the old diary.
Then I read the pages of past,
spilled ink, unsaid feelings,
incomprehensible signs, meaningless words,
left out spaces and cutting marks.
There are some blank pages,
which I had left to complete our story,
The old and dry petals of rose,
the one you gave me as a mark
of our love; are still there.
The rose which I tried to keep alive
for days and nights, but it died,
and left behind these dried petals,
And the story, 'incomplete'.
It will go on. . Forever ❤
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