I do not see the sun
perhaps lost his way or
forgotten to arrive at the day
the stubborn black cloud
wandering over the sky way
making the day full of dense
life is leisured at a corner place
children are wrapped under sweater
house wife ramping throughout day
the day such comes often day
the sun takes rest throughout day
moon and sun also go on rest
but day and night come in usual way
not to stop the wheel of age
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