
Well never before, I wrote description of the inspiration, but I guess, this time I owe someone for this poem. It was just like that I saw book in hand of my fellow traveler when I was returning form Chennai, after my interview.
My eyes got stuck on that book, a flatten rose and pair of hands.
Then I went back in time to find what my friends used to tell me.
No one gave me rose to keep like that :), but I today I could sense the feeling they were having that moments.
At last I m so thankful to you Miss Co-traveler, that you help me to feel that feeling, which was next to impossible, if i were not seeing your book and flatten Rose.
This poem is dedicated to you and all, who respect the people who love 'em.
यादों के फूल
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आज मैं फिर पुराने पलों से मिला,
किताब में रखा गुलाब फिर से खिला |