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Bina Awan May 2016
May be tombs are not

As much a sign of glory

As we think them to be

May be its just a way of soil

Of returning the sufferings

That this world

Puts upon the soul

May be that's what they are

A heap of suffering.

21.4.2016
Bina Awan May 2016
Through those long hours of indiscretion
And those long wept nights
I have detested
The constant echoing of that one word
In the alleys of my mind
With each passing second, hour and night
The echoes got
Louder
Shriller
Noisiest
Those echoes of 'undefined'
The echoes of what you left me with
After I offered you all that I was
In my body, soul and mind
You said what we shared was undefined
Transforming my life
Hours of my day and my nights
Into a struggling realm
Where I struggled to find
Some invisible strings that might
Lead me to a ray of light
Where I can start my search for myself
Left by you as 'undefined'.

— The End —