There was peacock in my garden
Singing sad song of eternal love
Glittered with gold
U could be smelling all spicy smells around
From the old market
Prayer from mosque was loud
But not enough,
I could still hear that voice
Whispering
Saying good bye
-With deep bleeding wound there inside-
So lonely in such crowded place with him staring at me
Trying not to cry
And praying to be strong enough
To finish
To end it up
To say it loud but not to shout
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