Only dreams are visible now,
And my eyes have gone in the background,
Lurking in them are myriads of torpid, broken smiles..
My eyes could not hide them,
But my dreams can..
The revealing talesare now blanketed,
In a soft, betraying camouflage..
My tales,
The untold ones..
IQRA.
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