--the reason so much is said
--in the sea of your cold feelings
-suffering relentlessly
-it is love
--the reason like flying birds we return
--in the garden of your control
--on no tree
-desires of my life
--can make a nest
-it is love of you
-the fire fly of your memory flickers
-not letting it die in beauty
-like a mud lamp
-burning fuming slowly
-in the dark waiting for your return
-dear, when my dust is scattered in air
-then there is certain return
--because like dust I spread under your very feet--
parhan left all her urgent and useful work just waiting for him, when he came home so late zavyar did not even bother to look for anyone, he went to the washroom to throw water on his face, Samir sab was at home, but only parhan asked him if he wanted dinner served, looking at her he refused, she got hot coffee for them both sipping in silence together
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