A Bouquet to a Wreath

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Ah!
The beautiful blooms in lovely shades
Fresh and fragrant.  
But their destiny?  
It can never be foretold.  

They were plucked afresh for a bridal bouquet,  
Only to be woven into a wreath  
That marked the final journey  
Of a love story  
That hadn’t yet begun.  

The bridal flowers still clung to the walls of the house,  
Their fragrance yet to fade.  
Cheery banter of the big day  
Still echoed in their ears.  
The laughter, the joy  
Had not yet dissipated.  
A million dreams, still fresh,  
Still lying in wait—  
For them.  

Dreams of a whole lifetime ahead,  
Of promises to be kept,  
Or silent vows to be held.  
Of a future together—  
One short-lived,  
One that vanished like a dream.  

Sweet moments of their time together  
Now turned to cherished memories—  
Ones that should warm the heart,  

But…  
Singed their beings like hot coal instead.  
Memories of a brutal scene—  
His last.  
Of red on white,  
In a place  
Once called a heavenly abode,  
Now spelling terror.  

Its walls echo  
With the cries of those  
Who lost their loved ones—  
To foes who made heaven  
A living hell.  

Call it barbaric,  
Or  
Call it ill fate...  

The lives, now long gone,  
Shall see no return.  
The hearts, writhing in pain  
Beyond compare,  
May never heal  
From the weight  
Of such despair.  

Yet the brave hearts find solace,  
As they celebrate the departed soul—  
For he left them with pride.  
A life gone for the nation,  
An existence that commands  
The respect of the nation,  
And sends a message  
To the foes.

All we can do is pray—  
For those bereaved,  
For those grieving,  
And for those...  

Gone too soon.

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Author's Note:

For the innocent victims of the Pahalgam terror attack—  
May the families find strength in this heartbreak.  
Let us pause and say a prayer,  
That they may wade through the sorrow  
And emerge, one day, healed.

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