These shreds of papers, these were
Your sound, your smell and your smiles
-Oh, darling loser-
The remains of my memories of you,
All scattered in shreds!
It does not deserve to be
Spun in my beautiful words
These do not deserve an urn
Neither an empty coffee-can
No..not even that garbage bin.
I set them on fire.
Like you did to me-turning
My breath into sighs-
The flames burnt away
The heart-break, which
Chocolates had earlier mellowed.
I pretty my eyes with kaajal
And off I go, shopping
For unwanted shoes.
Now that, will sweep away
The ashes left over..!
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