Sitting staring at those stars of the size of a needle
Stars who are supervising all those helpless feebles,
Who were vanished this night just like the sun
Who maybe want to but think they aren't gonna return,
Lost not in the lap of this universe
But somewhere in the darkness of their ownself,
Finding a way out, trying harder n harder just to survive
Not sure if can they make up even to the next morning alive,
Trapped miserably in their own thoughts
Second guessing their decision in every war they had fought,
Waiting for just a single hope to help them dug their way out,
And i am waiting for themselves to realise that they're the best no doubt.
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