Back from anguish
Back from anxiety
Back from worry
Back from fear
Back from an Un-known Un-comfort
Bacj from where we started
Back to the past
Back to the memory
Back to the memory of home
Back to the memory of home
In a country which is now fast becoming a ruin
Now it will match my memory o9f last thirty years...
which became nothing but a ruin of a memory
A memory of destroyed, mutilated, damaged, precious memories
Who destroyed those memories?
Us...Who else...
Made so many stupid mistakes
Left parents behind to die
Left home behind to be plundered
Left a courtyard full of jasmine tree to dry and then die....
Why would those mistakes, those tragedies, those self imposed exiles not disturb us now?
Why the heart ache not come back?
It never went away...
It always stayed...
It keeps seeping through the superficial calm
Which actually doesn't exist
The calm never existed
It was always the pain of what we left behind
Why did we do that?
That's the question
That question will remain till we die....
And than it will still remain
With the memory, the sorrow, the sadness, the pain, the loneliness...the loneliness...the loneliness of the West while the East is no more......
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