In one of my nights
They came, seven dogs, at my window
And started barking on a high rock.
A single dog at the door is a pride.
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Webook
We are one
But not single!
Like a book
Folded and kept in a shelf…
When someone opens it
There come two sides
‘You and me’
Or ‘me and you’!
With nothing in between
But everything in between…
When I come to you
I vanish
And vice versa!
But at the end
We have an epitaph
Instead of an epilogue!