With Crossed Legs…

With crossed legs, lying in the corner intensely down the memory lane, he recalls those labyrinths married with a shameless defeat. He praised the ruler and cursed his venture; the dreams remain invisible and optimism got washed away while the despondency turns him vacillating. His beloved was facing those monotonous days and insomniac nights. The tears started trickling his grimacing face. She had been as mournful as he was, she had been as frightened as he was. They both wanted to rest in a coffin…they both vehemently butchered their wishes…

But they had to live against their

Suhaan Rehbar

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