Hollowness coming on my cozy bed,
I don’t know why its hunting claws
Persistently after me,
Like an envious demon!
The late night rain hanging
On ruined window glass
I am there alone
With vacant mind!
Listening to feeble sigh of a rooster
Tossing head in my cozy bed,
Tried to revive the lost past
With help of striving present!
They are talking of achievements,
He is waiting for the final destiny
Seeing only Wuthering lives on the street
With weighed head walked away!
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