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Night-Time

Apr 27, 2023
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By Archana Ramachandran


It is the time –

For the pacifists to enjoy silence

For the overthinkers to think about future

For the somnambulists to walk then and there

For the aestheticians to feel the nature

For the poets to scribble their thoughts

For the friends to have some fun




For nyctophobians to get afraid of

For the book- worms to study something

For the lovers to exchange their love

For the sad ones to burst into tears

For the candles to cry and melt

For the problematics to find solutions

For the robbers to steal something

For the night shifters to work on

But ,

Only for the happy ones to fall asleep



By Archana Ramachandran




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