Gone
Streets
they take,
sometimes,
to the old houses,
we never been to,
or have never seen.
but their walls
they seem to posses,
everything!
echoes of
cries, laughters, screams,
unheard
unforgettable,
but left..
he may not come back
he said;wiping his tears hard,
and left the sight of cemetery
they take,
sometimes,
to the old houses,
we never been to,
or have never seen.
but their walls
they seem to posses,
everything!
echoes of
cries, laughters, screams,
unheard
unforgettable,
but left..
he may not come back
he said;wiping his tears hard,
and left the sight of cemetery
-Aiman Qadeer
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