Thursday, 1 September 2016

Betakalluf ~StoriesFromUrdu

(Urdu; without formality)

The way you rushed into my heart running,
Without wiping your shoes,
Leaving fresh mud prints and grass stains everywhere.

The way you left in the silence of the night,
Leaving the bed sheet and me, permanently wrinkled.


#StoriesFromUrdu . Watch the video on Instagram @hyperbolemuch or here.

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