SLEEPLESS NIGHT

                      Sleepless night

Moon is calling up to visit it's home,
Little did it know caliginosity was her home,
Demons encircled her in a weather that's abnormally cold,
As she sat under a tree 100 years old.

The stormy winds couldn't fade her away,
But the emptiness turned her heart into gray,
Kept on wondering what's her part and role,
Because she felt all alone.

No tears were left to shed,
Her alive body has turned into dead,
Sky bore a hint of the rich blue hue,
that's when she knew "she will be through".
                                                       
                                                          - nehal








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