We have left this place, <br />Where we used to talk, <br />at nights, <br />and there is now dust, <br />On books, <br />we used to hide, <br />rose petals in between pages, , <br />The loneliness, <br />and barren walls, <br />are reverberating our, <br />spoken words, <br />some contact numbers, <br />are carved on wooden table, <br />side window is half opened, <br />there is whoop, <br />In my breaths. <br />There is nothing, <br />to be back, <br />except we still love<br /><br />Rafique Farooqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/look-now/
