Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Cardboard Days with no Nights
I am quite fed up of all these cardboard days.
For India every planets day
I am not sure why do we keep the nights out?
Do these entities die when the sun sets?
Or do we die when the moon rises?
What happens on the other days?
Not to mention all the nights?
Have I been a fool to be in love all this while?
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