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One day walking to the tree
With feet as of lead they were
She thought how she had ceased to be
And…a death wish came upon her

She reached the tree and sat underneath
Breathed in and closed her eyes
All was still, just she did breathe
And soon she too would rise

She opened her eyes with a mind serene
Looked at all afresh, anew
And saw where none had surely been
A rose bush now stood true

Was it for real? Oh, could it be?
Right next to her it stood
The prettiest rose she ever did see
Or mind’s whim to feel good?

She touched it, it did not go
True it was for sure
She felt, though why, she didn’t know
That God had sent her cure

Had it been standing there before?
Just she in her haze didn’t see?
Or was there to it something more?
Sure she could not be

Her heart whispered, it had grown
Where tears of hers had seeped
That its seed her love had sown
And ‘his’ love she had reaped!

Stunned, numbed, dumbed by the thought
She hushed her self in haste
No! Like this she must think not
Bitter will such a hope taste

She must not impose on him
Let his soul rest in peace
To ‘expect’ even in a whim
Taints worship of a priest

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