You weren't there yet
And even today there is no regret
Rather, I am fine, I am fine
after i die
My emotions will fly
Blue sky, flowers, river water
It will rain.
Deep inside my chest
The unspoken words
out will be-
My troubles will be a storm
The walls of neglect and insult will be broken.
You weren't there yet
There is no disturbance even today
Your shadow memory has sunk
Across the border at twilight
Beyond the barbed wire.
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