Don’t return, I am…………. | Written by Islam Abdain

Years have passed, Summer has returned back but you have not returned yet,  only your sorrowful memories are left with me. I have made the pain my habits but what of this room which is never known what pain is, what crying is, what waiting is, what thrust is. I am still there where you have left me, I am still sitting in that dark and shabby room against the wall, I am only cuddled with a torn blanket and have nothing to live expect your diary with torn pages on my hands and another side: Broken wings: with dusty pages. I am still looking at the broken shelves where you have put your last book of pain with your hands but half of the room has lost his charm now, the shelves are filled with dust and books shout tearfully to be touched. My eyes still gaze at your clothes which are hung on the windows, the curtains are dusty and torn, the window panes are broken, the glasses are fallen down everywhere, the handle of the door is crying with dust because of not being opened for a long time, beds and carpets have not been washed yet, Your comb has been not moved yet where you left it. Nothing can reflect with mirror because of being known their pain, the floor is cracked and I listen to the squeaking of mice in spite of listening to a song of sorrow. The roof is getting destroyed day by day, Thrust has overcome, no one fills the pots with water, Nothing is willing to suffer with me more, everything wants to be buried with me in the room,

Hamesh ant,,,,,,

O, fairy of a dream, o angel of love, o, my degar ha istaal, o, my diary of words, o, my poets of poems, never think of returning back, I am resolved to be shattered and scattered with this room.

Now we will only meet on that day when a human being becomes accountable for evil and goodness, in that day when evil and goodness will be recognized by their characters, in that day when cruelty becomes helpless. Brace yourself for that day, I will take revenge for every pain and sorrow from you.