This night,
a lashkar of
memories arrived
to smash my
calm and rest
The valley
of my existence
has been anchored
in the brambles of
Heals exiled,
Pains dominate
and wounds got
salad to open
their lips to
giggle upon
destitute of
the lover inside
me: a drizzle
of despair alongside
a tempest of
despondency, hurling
the shackles of
banishment to cry
loudly as i am
not rightful to
disturb the
worryless slepts.

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