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