The ink has dried But not my tears The memories are still awake Not only in the paper But also in my heart The dried ink is unable to fill The gap between The ink and my tears The dried ink is unable to heal The pain of segregation Now the tears are lost in fake smiles And the lanes of memories have Come to an end such that The end remains unfinished DRIED INK 《 A sonnet by Hansika 》 #eccedentesiasthb #yqbaba #yqdidi #hansispoem