My heart was divided into four rooms
One for me
One for you
One for him
One for her
But, she went away
Left the room with the photograph of us
And haven’t been back
Then, he flied up to the heavens
Left the room with a promise that would never be fulfilled
And would never come back
Now, you go across the time
Leave the room with a love
Will you come back?
Or, do I have to destroy the rooms, make it one for myself only?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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