The Wait

You may ignore me..

Like the winter ignores the urge of the green leaves

Not to abandon them from their branches

You may convince your mind..

That I never ever thrived in it..

When you'll find the withered leaves lying at your feet

And then look back at the dead tree

That once bore flowers of jasmine ..

Would your heart sink ?

Would you remember the words you once gave to an amateur poet ?

His verses are still waiting for you

To bloom and spread your love to the world

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