While I was roaming around, saw a girl plucking roses. It reminded me of those lines well said. “ You have Plucked me and I broke, got separated from my branch. You smelt me, loved me. But when I got dry, you through me away, alienated me from you. Buried under feet, my every leaf got scattered. But, I am very thankful to you. You touched me, you loved me, you hugged me which I never forget. Your love is still in my heart. ” The lines describe the journey and everlasting