I went to bed last night
only with some thoughts, within
for the dawning day to come
I did not spend the night, though
counting number of nights
I've slept off, all along
When I woke up to a new day
Never worried about morns yet to come
Who knows how many more ahead
I think I had few dreams
None of which I remember
As I set about to warm up the engine
a host of calls and reminders
Reminding me of numbers
of days and nights I've passed off
They, who did that I know
are my heartiest, I ever earned
I love you all alike
for the sentiments of yours
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