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Ara Aug 2016
Only you knew
the pictures I drew
miraculously, with straight lines

But somehow
they could see them hidden
in the bags under my eyes.

Only you know
where I went when I had nowhere to go
my empty rendezvous

Yet
they found me
in the absence of a mind that had a clue.

Yet only you left
keeping my story from the next
and this weighty garden I will sow

You had me
with me gone
no one knew who I was to know
MdAsadullah Dec 2014
Neither standing on any pillar;
Nor fastened with any rope;
But this world is hanging;
On delicate strings of hope.

— The End —