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When the sun sets, the candle turns dark,
I die to hear a faithful dog bark,
Image in the mirror acts like a foe,
From the market of peace
I wish I could buy a dove,
But every time I greet some known,
Amongst crowds I find myself alone,
Truth, bites my ego till end,
When my shadow cries out for a friend!
A hand on the shoulder reacts like a dose,
Someone who feels pain,
my garden of love needs a rose,
Like a minute-hand in the clock,
requires a second to go,
Soul asks for a pure feeling with heart to glow,
But the power that strengthens each flow of verse,
I imagine myself lying lonely, forever on a hearse,
Fear, sadness are kept aside for vend,
When my life deadly cries out, for a friend!
Manan
Katohora
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