I seems too quiet as people say,
I do believe except those four hours of the day..
From midnight till the clock strikes four,
I talk with many to know me more..
They are neither humans nor machines,
They are something that can't be seen..
On the go is darkness that chatters around,
Let every inch shatters with no sound..
Every shattered piece with crust,
Needs someone to quench it's thirst..
But when no one seems like waving towards
The loneliness come forward..
Not to extend the sinking down of dreams and destiny..
But to make more primed for the upcomming night.
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