Love, An Unattempted Short Story

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 iñ

 Falling roses, dry red roses from book self

 

A non-important chapter

 No one has to be eagerly waiting to be published

Rather hide it

 

But unattested chapter opens day by day

Putting another rose remembering short unavoidable time

 Beginning of unconsciousness 

Why short stories come to life 

Putting a lingering faint resonance

 Without getting published?

Love an unattempted short story