Summer Break, Or Why I’m An Idiot

Summer Break, Or Why I’m An Idiot

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By Talha Bin Ehtasham

Today is the third day since you left.

Overnight; on that same express train,

Like countless times before.

This time though

feels the worst.

I know you missed home

and that you had plans,

But seriously, two months!

Even you know that you’ll end up bored

by then.

Come to think of it,

I didn’t give you much reason to stay either.

Maybe that’s why I turn now to this poem

Or maybe I’m just an idiot.


Today I heard your voice over the telephone.

Everything was alright you said,

But you sounded worn

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