I keep forgetting
the nights turn agonizing
while my mind begins questioning
of things that have gone missing.

Half through the night

I wake up in fright
the lost ones come in sight
I switch on the light,

Those gone missing
start fast moving
more or less swinging
while I lay crying.


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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