At 3 in the morning
No sound only the lights shine
In the garden
Peeping through the window
No souls on the roads
Life seems so still
On the walls
The lizards conquer
They hook the sentiments
The bright lights
The garden shines
Only life can blossom
The twisted backache
It deprives sleep
As the hours slowly ticking away
Climbing up stairs
The picture stares
The lighted shadow
When the eyes finally fall
Sleep seeps through the wake
On the morning light roars
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