"A knock at the door
a guest on the floor
the shadow of some known
the heart roared
the cry that was stored
months back
she walked out of the door
in the dress of the bride that she wore
leaving behind the love
that was pure.
the room' walls said
'welcome'
the toys left
asked to be taken along
with the one who was dressed
the termites on the wardrobe
said good to see you back on the board
little did they know
the wooden planks were now their home
taken along were the letters
that healed the heart much better
the days passed in the hope of something greater
little did they know
last seen will be the month of December...."
- Pushkin Channan
- Pushkin Channan
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