"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.