When this twilight fades into darkness,
Weary and secretive, I’m left alone
like a holy plant potted in the courtyard.
The house which was flooded with friends
And relatives, their laughter and joy,
Suddenly turned into a sombre fort.
When this twilight chased the mighty sun
away from me, she purposely put
my silvery moon to rest, as to test me.
This nightfall, pregnant with sombreness,
Might take me to places, I detest
To travel even in my dreams...
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