The blank page
Waits for words
To fill its emptiness
The bare blue sky
Will not mind
Even barren clouds
The white wall
Wails for
A child's scrawl
The lonely aadi wind
Knocks on windows, doors
Crying to be let in
Dreams stand orphaned
In every street
Of the sleepless city
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