Quarantine


One afternoon that day,
You said goodbye to him silently,
Like that afternoon,
There has been no bleeding before.
Ten years, one bed, two pillows,
At night, leave the border,
You and she
Two heads on a pillow,
There is still some space left,
On a pillow.
That's how you and he,
How long have you been twisting like a vine,
You two.
Today that afternoon came.
The most messy, careless,
I didn't feel that way in that room. As beautiful as your twig,
I haven't seen the tips of my fingers so far.
And the uninhabitable house of the human race,
You raised your finger today.
Your twinkling eyes,
Deep water in the depths of the eyes.
A faint dry fake smile on his face,
You and he know how inadequate it is,
Just to fool you.
Today that afternoon came.
Two doors closed, south windows fastened,
The sun shining through the glass of that window,
In the distant blue sky, the independent wings of birds flutter in the clouds.
And how he cries out like an anxious submissive man.
Voluntary, lonely, cosmic, silent quarantine.
How lonely you and he are.
A bed, two pillows, your sleepless bed,
Kha kha zero is a pillow.
Go to the glass door again in the middle of the night,
Eye to eye, the eyes of the two.
Gurgling,
You and she cry out loud,
You two are like children.
In a fit of rage, his hands and feet became numb,
He is dying today.
Ahazari your hand touches his forehead,
Chest broken self-screaming whole chest pair.
Lrpramanik