Breakup

Dec 14, 2022

1 min read

By Prabal Kumar Sahu

know

you don’t care

about me

but

when you left

my dirty bed,

my scattered clothes,

broken button of my shirts

and evenevery corner of my room

just

asking about you

tell me

how to hold upon these.

By Prabal Kumar Sahu

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