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Sweet scent of roses,

Candle lights,

Damp silence,

Every eye on me,

They are not malicious,

Not suspicious,

Still scared to look at them.

Soon, he planted a hot kiss-

On my frozen forehead.

Will love you always-

He whispered.

Want to  say me too.

But couldn’t.

Since the coffin took away from him.

introspection

Whether this silence made my life,

Or this life made me mute?

Whether anything left for me in this life,

Or am I yet to begin my life?

Whether I had anyone to be my beloved,

Or am I beloved to anyone?

Whether the spring comes again into my life,

Or I have to suffer the drought forevermore?

Why am singing this solo again and again?

Why am keeping those memoirs with me?

Where my heart had gone?

I could sense a melting piece of snow there.

Whether the answers made me to interrogate,

Or the questions made me unanswerable?

But a question still remains;

Whether am I losing myself?