By Kashvi Goel
I am full of thunder clouds,
trembling and shaking,
gasping in need of poisonous oxygen.
Why? Please tell me why?
I loved you so much.
I would still die over and over again for you.
Have you known the intimacy
of a rose landing upon a placid lake?
It gets so flustered;
it understands love.
It's two ways now.
The rose remains there,
Moving forth with the soft ripples.
Or there is biting wind;
It carries the rose away.
The water splashes;
It tries to pull it back.
You know the truth,
Don't you?
Water failed.
By Kashvi Goel
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