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Don’t return, I am…
Years have passed, summer has returned back but you have not returned yet, only your sorrowful memories are left with me.
I have made the pain my habits but what of this room which never knows what pain is, what crying is, what waiting is and what thrust is.
I am still there where you have left me, I am still sitting in that dark and shabby room against the wall.
I am only cuddled with a torn blanket and have nothing to live except your diary with torn pages on my hands and another side. Broken wings with dusty pages.
I am still looking at the broken shelves where you have put your last book of pain in your hands, but half of the room has lost his charm now.
The shelves are filled with dust and books shout tearfully to be touched.
My eyes are still gazing at your clothes which are hung on the windows.
The curtains are dusty and torn.
The windowpanes are broken.
The glasses have fallen down everywhere.
The handle of the door is covered with dust because of not being opened for a long time.
Beds and carpets have not been washed yet.
Your comb has not been moved yet where you left it. Nothing can reflect with the mirror because of being known for their pain.
The floor is cracked and I listen to the squeaking of mice in spite of listening to songs of sorrow.
The roof is getting decaying day by day, Thrust has overcome, no one fills the pots with water. Nothing is willing to suffer with me more. Everything wants to be buried with me in the room.
O, the fairy of dreams,
O, the angel of love,
O, my star of the evening,
O, my diary of words,
O, my poet of poems,
Never think of returning back.
I have resolved to be shattered and scattered with this room.
Now we will only meet that day when human beings become accountable for evil and goodness.
The day when evil and goodness will be recognized by their characters.
The day when cruelty becomes helpless.
We will meet when the whole world goes to sleep, and when nature ends its suffering.
We will be everlasting soulmates, and our souls will dance with freedom of nature.
We will be living our own dreams, and when the moon gets its Independence of light.
Brace yourself for that day.
I will take the revenge of every pain and sorrow from you.