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by: pankaj mongia
| At night when nobody is around | | And bitter memories hound | | I think of the fresh morning
flowers.
When I wake up in the morn
And find myself forlorn
I think of the bright shining
stars.
When fierce winds blow
And I feel very low
I think of my happy
hours.
But when someone knocks my door
And I can think no more
I feel myself behind the
bars.
So leave me alone
To THINK, laugh and moan
But don’t torment me like
Czars. |
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