Someone was shouting
loudly of a lost photograph---
someone turned round quietly
gazed me from toes to nose.
I never accepted that
it was me---
I just nodded my head
till my eyes fell down.
Such intensity of pain
shattered me inside
Why was it?
Was it a dripping roof
falling on my wound
Was it the leg exposed
from quilt of my mother?
My eyes were Milton
and my hands trembling
when candle wax kissed
me like a lover
and I smiled
with broken canines.
Now the tie hanged me
and my court broke my ribs
I remembered myself.
©️ BurHan
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