The rain drops trickled on the railings of the junked old gate , I opened it with the curiosity to see you running out and drenching me with a shy smile , like you did always when I passed across your house. I used to envy those red roses you touched while looking at me. I am not far away from you but still will never be a part of you , I have never told you till I lost you and I sat down to repent on the shores of a unknown river.
I walked a step towards the garden , destroyed longing for care and your touch , as if many dreams and even some truths remained entangled in the wild creepers . The rain , the junk and the creepers had given birth to a new life having a identity of its own , beautiful but wild , shy but angry complete in herself. ……….. She didn’t recognize me , she will never but I discovered myself in the petals of a dried rose which I had stolen from her garden.
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