Adolescence of that bud nearly put me in the charm of herself, I kept staring at her until a drop of the dew , must be one amongst the jealous, fell on my eyes. I hated it, i hated it? I hated one who perhaps was the admirer of my 'could be' love. Here, I was helplessly trying not to touch her as to make shrink the soft petals of her; and there the dew drops were making her dip down now and then. The balloons of complexes were slowly swelling up. She is mine, she's mine... i wanted to confirm all. "STOP IT......... STOP IT .. NOW", I cried... and left the field. Next day, I reached to her.. sun was out and probably had soaked up all those negative dots around her.. I looked at her with a shining of victory in my eyes.. God is there, He listened me.. He fulfilled my wish.. Its all mine now.. I extended my hands towards her............ BUT...... What's that? Where is she? Some burnt leaves were there, and on the. soil... a little apathetic budding flower with thirsty and dry skin was lying. WHY? WHY?
"I will die without you".... claiming I cried..
"Those dew were my life..." she craved and died..
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IT IS NOT LOVE.
