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"At the end of the day

We all are alone

Like this little bird

Lonely and scared

Sitting on a branch

Waiting for the sun

Again to shine"

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And once again here

I become clueless about my thoughts

As if I am stuck

For a long time

Just to add one more line

Thoughts are

Like the bird

Stuck, chained or scared

Hoping secretly

The sun to shine

The night to over and fly

Thoughts are melancholic too

And here I am stuck

To finish the poem by tonight

Without any idea

That it gonna be a long

Secretly hoping

Like the little bird

That it gonna be over soon

And again I would see the moon

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I am still in my verandah

Talking to dark, about

How I gonna finish my poem

When

I am lonely

I am scared

And I am stuck.