i burnt them down

the poems i wrote

and made them die

a silent death

deeper in heart

i buried my words

choking alone

along my love

never requited

these verses

a final goodbye

to my motherland

whose cities are carried

inside of me

and runs through

whose fragrance in me

on whose sky

i flew my kites

and walked down

whose crowded streets

chasing behind

whose parting sun


for your callous being

wore me out

the burden

no longer

i can carry

the pain

no longer

i can bury


for me

and my haggard pen


in utmost reverence


to thy scared land

we wont write you









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