Mar 2018
These NIGHTS,
sleep eludes me
without any
clue.
and I too
don't ask
her to stay,
or let her
know,
without her,
my eyes get sore
and my days
are
pathetically
blue.
sleep eludes me
without any
clue.
and I too
don't ask
her to stay,
or let her
know,
without her,
my eyes get sore
and my days
are
pathetically
blue.
(23/M/Banaras)
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