Somehow I managed to pave my way
Away from all that stuff
Still those noisy voices
kept murmuring in my ears
Yelling them to come back again
And they lied
Silent wearing white shed
Full over their head
And I stood silent
With empty hands
Bowing down in front of their family
Showing my
Helplessness
And they kept
Asking me to re-alive
Those silent deads….
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