Don’t.

Don’t meet me on the same road
In the same cafe
Traveling by the same metro
Homeward bound.

Don’t hum that song ever
The one you sang before some exam
No one else’s ears can identify the language
The way it tug those weird strings

i wish

I wish

.

Never again book those seats
In the theatre I call my second home
Dare try and talk to my friends
Just beat it and vanish.

Don’t exist.
Please don’t.

Amrita Gangopadhyay

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