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चिन्तन में/In Contemplation

Sleep doesn’t come overnight,

The baby was weeping in the neighborhood.

Mother was awake-

Pleasure was away.

The night was going through difficulties-

With a different face,

All together-

Deeply absorbed in sleep.

The clock was going on,

Morning arrival was near-

Admand crisis was present-

There is a probability that grief away in the day.

Concern was in contemplation.

-:-Gayshir-:-

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