Nights and Mornings
Lullabied by tears,
I slip into the unconscious world,
Seven hours vanish.
The night is over,
Let us not discuss history,
For parts of it will forever be mysteries.
The next day,
I wake up listening to two words,
"Good Morning."
Good- the lie
Morning- the truth
I repeat the words like a parrot,
And, get out of my cozy bed.
©songbriti
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