Dusk approaches the evening,
there is silence all around,
all the chittereing and chattering,
is now nowhere to be found.
Oh my weary bones,
they crack and they creak,
they make my mind,
a lump which is a freak
At last, I retire to the comforts,
of my own blessed home,
and lay on the bed,
made with foam
The birds stop singing,
there is a sudden hush,
to the bed, I decide to rush
I have a mug of chocolate,
in one hand,
in the other's a novel,
about a mysterious land
The final lamp on my table,
is clicked shut,
there is no sound nor light,
like an abandoned hut
But that is how,
I like my life,
work in day,
quiet at night
I began to doze off,
in the dead of night,
goodbye dear world,
let's not fight !
©
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