• afrozakhan 5w

    Dear
    someday
    you may come to know
    how I lived to die for you
    When I will gift you the collage
    whose every leaf would be filled
    with the broken promises
    unfading memories
    withered glow of my face
    Cracked walls of my heart
    stained core of my chest
    bruised soul
    blankness of my eyes
    fragments of my hopes
    Cemetery of my dreams
    And
    the never-ending wait



    ©afrozakhan