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We were a joint family.
Once.
Once we all were together.
But now we are shattered into pieces.
Together was past,
Shattered is present,
And
Broken will be future.
We broke into pieces.
No one can join them.
The glue to join those pieces is not made.
And will never be made.
We are shattered.
Pieces are scattered.
Everywhere.
Where no one can see.
Before we were family.
Now we are strangers.
And will also remain stranger.
The old memories are refresh,
When I see you.
Old memories are refreshed.
I am refreshed.
This refreshed is not fresh.
I forgot those memories.
When I close my eyes,
They all refresh.
Make my eyes watery with
Tears fresh.
The past is with you as a family.
The present is with my family.
Not you all.
The future is with them only.
I wish the future holds some reunion of us all.
But I stop wishing because this reunion has no Union.
You will always be a part of my family in the past.
In old memories.
Now I have a family,
Without you all,
Without old memories.
But with new memories.
-Z. A.
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