Knock.

Why do you knock on my door dear?

This home i call, on its floor

Lies scattered bits of smiles,

Swimming in guffaw of tear drops.

How good is bad, and how bad is good?

Sadly i can’t mouth on it,

It is sealed,’ Unlikely?’,

Dear friend, my pocket is empty.

I have nothing in exchange

No penny, no arsenals. Just me!.

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Aeons seemed to have passed,

Look like a thing of yesterday

When I bid adieu to my happiness.

Bid adieu to laughter, bid adieu to silly smiles,

adieu adieu adieu.

I have only this home, and sky above,

And above is my Lord.

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I know some places,

Where you can happily reside.

And where have there smiles,

Laughter, filigree gold and silver.

And shining reclining haunches.

I bid adieu my dear,

But i will say and repeat

‘Go straight, just straight,

And never turn back’.

©Aquib.