Love An Unattempted Shortstory

Like a short story

Our meeting is short ranged

None have delayed the time

Nor time do it itself

But forgotten eyes to be remembered in

Falling roses, dry red roses from book self

An non important chapter

No one has to be eagerly waiting to be published

Rather to hide it

But unattested chapter opens day by day

Putting another rose remembering Short unavoidable time

Beginning of unconsciousness.

Why short stories comes to life

Putting a lingering faint resonance

Without getting published?

Love an unattempted short story