I stand at a threshold of
my life,
With a coffee in a hand,
My gaze fixed at Block E
Through the wire gauze
sliding door.
I can see the vibrant
colors of curtains
Firmly closed at this
hour.
A group of boys singing in
the balcony,
A guitar in a hand, songs
on lips
And the melody in their
voice.
Again, I look at a sole
building
An abode of my two years stays
At particular room of
HE-19.
I feel my lips stretching upward
As I remember every single
detail
Of ups and downs I had.
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