My ink was trembling, speech was slowing, you did not see
My eyes were closed, my eyes were flowing, you did not see.
So cliched is the "stream of grief", you did not care,
but I was trying, I was rowing, you did not see.
Layers of voids, and voids, and another layer.
I stripped my sorrow, I was showing, you did not see.
Shadows slit, the pain was sharp, surrender nigh,
You heard my cry, you were knowing, you did not see.
Silence kept us, silence breaks us. where are your words?
you did see that Raazi was going, you did not see.
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