• shahtawkeer 6w

    my urge doesn't let me to sit
    i walk through those old roads
    we had once walked hand-in-hand
    i recall all the memories.
    they are the reason
    of my scars
    of my wounds
    i am in search of healings
    on those very roads
    but alas !
    they crave my wounds some more.

    -somebody impose the curfew.

    ┬ęshah tawkeer