Traveller
Is man a traveller?
Is to come and go
His life?
One day
I too shall go away.
Under The Starlit World
How lonely feel I
Sometimes
Under the starry world
Twinkling with mysteries
But I all alone underneath them!
My House
Where is it
Can you say,
Where I was born
Or where I grew up
And where I came for bread and butter?
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