We have left this place,
Where we used to talk,
at nights,
and there is now dust,
On books,
we used to hide,
rose petals in between pages, ,
The loneliness,
and barren walls,
are reverberating our,
spoken words,
some contact numbers,
are carved on wooden table,
side window is half opened,
there is whoop,
In my breaths.
There is nothing,
to be back,
except we still love

Rafique Farooqi

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