At the fall of silent nights
When murmur seeps out, hushed
by the broken glasses
of the half open windows
streaking by the neighbours house,
conversing toil of day long stretch;
restless, I protrude my eyes
weak of sight
All alone, striding
under the dome of murky sky
on my roof top;
I burnoff my sobbing thoughts
Knowing nothing, what to quaff
but, my silent redressal
that caught my loneliness
And won
the better of me!
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