The Burnt

The Burnt

She was a cool breeze in hot summer evening

He was the fire burning the forest

She was the rain drizzle in the hot summer afternoon

He was the thunder storm in the rainy night

She was slow stream of river water, flowing in it’s pace, making a music as it touched the rocks

He was the water force of storm, taking everything on his way with him till it is destroyed

She was the flower who wanted to blossom

He was a rock who crushed the flower….”