From an expression still
  scorching in my throat-
It is better to engrave than die;
  with my fractured fingers;
   I unlocked my memories;
The doors of the perished window;
Yesterday scribbled on a piece of paper.
The visitor is missing leaving the foot ware behind
Life too retreated after searching for a while in vain.
We alone remain at the end like rusted old vessels
The struggling love strangles us with creeping in memories.
Though we close the door mutually like this
The bonds of life and beyond call us back again.
A beat in the closed room within the heart
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BY
WILLIAMSJI  MAVELI