Lost love (doubleetheree)



placed a

single rose,

a pink blossom,

on the swing where they

used to meet, hold hands back

when the days were carefree, gay

and filled with friendship and laughter.

Their love was platonic, innocent

just like the free wind and the butterflies

but alas! what seemed was not to be for

caste, religion intervened to tear

them apart as petals wrenched  from

a delicate rose, now crushed

and its fragrance wasted

in the very air

they had once breathed.

their love lost,



Image – Nick van den Berg via unsplash

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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