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The whole night went,

In restlessness spent.

Trying to think what it meant.

With eyes open I dreamt.

Slowly the morning creeped.

Sun rays through clouds peeped .

The birds in symphony chirped and cheeped.

While I literally weeped.

Dear sir what confusing things you write.

At this age my nail I bite.

To understand in black and white.

While my emotions and intelligence fight.

Chances of saying good night,

Mingle with good mornings bright.

(c)sunita grover raina2021

30/04/21

India

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