honour killing
under the canopy
of pine trees
my deep silence
giving a voice
to the cold wind
-------
walking across
the darkest forest
you and I
on the verge of annihilation
after the confession of love
-------
tell me how
to cross it peacefully
the path of rituals
that denies my existence
but demands the sacrifice
-------
bow my head
in the name of honour
this cold evening
I strangled my beliefs
after losing you
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