The Withered Rose | Lost Love, Poem
Jaane kal kya sama hoga,
Hum dosto me jaane kon kahan hoga…
Fir milna hua to milenge khwaabo me,
Jaise sukhe gulaab milte hain kitaabo me…
Someone very special said this to me on last day of my school. It’s been a few years but these words are etched so hard in my head and heart that I don’t seem like forgetting these. No matter how close you once were, time has the power to change things. Every incarnation promises its destruction one day or the other. Time has the ability to pull things apart irrespective of your liking.