Questioning of existence

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At Pen:

Krishank Kashyap

As the stroke of the clock,

Passes three midnight.

The restless soul in me,

Wakes me up.

Nights makes me wonder,

The world in total darkness.

Starry sky, Rainy eyes.

Makes me fly into an imaginary world full of possibilities.

Nights makes me wonder

Who am I?

Why am I?

What am I?

Questioning my existence.

Nights makes me wonder, How similar I am to it.

Reminding me of my inner peace faded by the explicit day.

The night in me is as dark as a sky without stars.

Nights make me wonder,

That every night in me, is not a sign of negativity.

It's the existence of night in me that makes others glow so bright.

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