Without fail repeatedly comes the evening daily
The dusk caresses the feelings of mine rather lonely
Questions there are – answers I do not have
Often they are just queries, replies I do not crave
The lamp flickers like the hopes in my mind,
The shadows trying to bring my thoughts to a grind.
The window is beyond reach and its rather too high
My connection with the world is just that little sky.
Tomorrow I am going to leave, I would be free
This is home now, from there I don’t know where to flee!!
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