کنڈی*

Noor Ul Ain

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SPACE

I’m still there, playing, crying, learning in our home, habitual of the creeks and bumps of our brick and mud floor. 

SPACE

My knees and elbows are unable to love any scar that wasn’t given by our home. 

I’m still there, running, falling, retrying, learning in our home,  

SPACE

familiar with the chipped paint and heavy wooden doors secured by the precious کنڈی. 

SPACE

My heart saddens when deprived of that earthy scent of our chipped walls. I feel my soul would go astray from the illusions of  this world. 

SPACE

So, when I see them following a single path without a thought in their head, 

SPACE

I stop and secure my soul by casting that کنڈی of your values onto the room of my desires, desire to be a part of this herd, 

and I put a lock of your guidance in that کنڈی, I turn the lock with the key of my heart, and I throw it away. 

SPACE

Every time that I want to be a part of the herd, I throw that key away.

SPACE

*kundee/door chain :کنڈی