Are these the same eyes
Which were staring at me
On the roadside
The colour of those eyes
By evening, Seems to match the grey colour
Wrapped on my walls
Are they my own eyes
Which by evening
Start looking so scary, The forehead
You touched early in the morning
While returning home
On that forehead
While returning home
There are many lines of worries written on it
We have become accustomed
To living within the circle of our own fears
By night falls
Even my voice starts spitting out
Darkness, The winds
Outside the four walls of the house
There is a horn in the hands of the city watchmen, Announces
In search of the shadows hidden in the darkness
I have you No words to console
You sleep like a child
I sleep close to the door
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